บททั้งหมดของ My Boss’ Secret Is My Undoing!: บทที่ 891 - บทที่ 900

"You have a death wish!" Sean yelled angrily.If his father hadn’t asked him to keep a low profile, he would have killed Frederick by now. He finally lost his temper, and picked up a bottle of wine from the table."I told you. Every single drop of wine belongs to them!"Frederick's eyes narrowed. He snatched the bottle away from Sean and slapped the latter, sending him flying.The people in the room were all taken aback.The amount of force…That explained why he was able to date a rich woman! Sean spat out a mouthful of blood. His subordinate quickly helped him to get up."Don't worry about me. Kill him!" Sean yelled through clenched jaws.Suddenly, his subordinates pounced at Frederick. However, Frederick sent them flying as well.Andy's legs went limp at this sight. To think he actually wanted to fight against Frederick earlier! If he did it, he would have been beaten to death."Alright, you're a good fighter. Just wait here if you dare! Mr. Hewitt, none of them are allo

Something major happened.Stanley Walker's son had died.After the thugs Sean brought had escaped from the room, word spread fast.Stanley had barely climbed into his lover's bed when he received the news.He was completely stunned.It took him a few minutes to calm down and leave the bed to get dressed. He walked out of the villa he had bought for his mistress.Mirage City's underground realm was rumbling. Everyone under Stanley's command was mobilized.In the room, Garry and the others were completely dumbfounded. They had never expected Frederick to actually kill Stanley's son.Prior to this, they still had a glimmer of hope to survive. After all, Garry's father was on speaking terms with Stanley. Besides, they had nothing to do with Frederick. More importantly, they weren’t hostile against Sean.However, they were now certain they would be dead.Stanley, who had lost his son, wouldn’t listen to any explanation.Anyone present and related to Frederick would have to die.

"Heh. Who do you think you are? Do you think Stanley will respect you? Why don't you just die already? Did you say it's easy to get past Stanley? I think he could have you killed with the snap of his fingers!" Garry snorted sarcastically.Winnie and Frederick both ignored him."What do we need to do? Just say it!" Winnie exclaimed."The three of them have to drink all the alcohol in this room. As long as they're still alive, I'll forget about everything that happened today. In addition, I paid more than 130 million in total, but let's just round it down to 130 million. I want them to pay me back," Frederick said calmly.Winnie glanced at the 80 remaining bottles of wine in the room. These all had over 30 percent alcohol concentration.If Garry and the others drank all this, they might be alive—but only barely. Meanwhile, Garry probably couldn’t afford to pay 130 million."You heard him. It depends on you if you'll accept the terms," Winnie said. She didn’t decide for them."Are

In the room, Rocky patted Stanley on the shoulder."I'll leave them three to you. Keep this in mind. Don't cause any unnecessary trouble. Mr. Lester only told you to make them finish all the wine here. Do this, and nothing else. I'll wait for you outside the room," Rocky said.Stanley inhaled deeply. He nodded, a hideous look on his face.He couldn’t do anything to the real culprit. He had no choice but to vent his rage on these three.All he needed to do was make them drink, but there were many ways he could do it."Hold them down!" Stanley yelled angrily.Garry's face turned pale. His entire body trembled."Don't! Please! I didn't kill your son! I'm innocent!" he shouted.However, Stanley still held him down."You can't hurt me! I'm Frederick's classmate!" Garry shouted again.Stanley's expression turned gloomy.Crack!He smashed open a wine bottle; it was now a funnel without the tip.Stanley pried Garry's mouth open, and violently jabbed the bottle into his mouth. The

"Says who? Just ask anyone here. They'll give you the same answer."How ignorant! Does he want to use chopsticks to eat steak?"What a joke! There are so many foreigners here. Don't let them think everyone in this country is a barbarian like you!"The man snickered."So what if there are foreigners? Drakonia has a history of using chopsticks for several thousand years! How long has their food been around? Drink a few drops of foreign water, and you think you're one of them. You've forgotten all about your ancestors. People like you are barbarians."Frederick looked at the man in disdain."Frederick, this is a proper restaurant. We should respect their culture. Besides, look, they are pointing fingers at us."Winnie frowned, and tried to persuade Frederick."This is Drakonia. Besides, the customer is always right. Don't I have the right to choose what dining utensils I want?" Frederick chuckled."Also, I heard that the head chef here is very famous. He also has an odd temperame