Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 275: Chapter 275

"Don't think I've forgotten everything you did to me. You still have the nerve to ask me for money? Last time, I had someone break your fingers. Aren't you even a little afraid?"
Silas's face turned ugly. "Stella, if you won't lend me the money, fine. I'll just go tell your husband that you were the one who threw yourself at me and begged me to sleep with you. Let's see what he thinks about that."
"Sure, go ahead. Be my guest," Stella replied, not the slightest bit bothered.
Silas was left completely stunned. He'd only said all that to squeeze more out of Stella, but she looked like she couldn't care less. 'Could she really not be scared at all?' he thought, feeling a little shaken.
Silas just turned on his heel and walked off. But after walking for quite a while, he still didn't see Stella coming after him.
When he arrived at Erwin Group, the sight before him left him completely stunned. Even when Hayes Group was at its most glorious, it had never looked this grand.
'Damn, how can a place look this incredible?' he thought, a wave of envy washing over him. Just as he was about to walk in, he was stopped by security.
Silas puffed up his chest and boasted, "I'm Mrs. Erwin's uncle. You really think you can stop me? Just wait till I see my nephew. He'll deal with you guys."
The security guards exchanged uneasy glances.
"Go ahead, call and see if he wants to see me," Silas said confidently.
The guards quickly made the call, and when Jordan's secretary said he'd see him, they had no choice but to let Silas in.
Before heading in, Silas shot them a smug look, pointing at each of them. "You better listen up. I've got all your faces memorized. Just wait, I'll tell Mr. Erwin about this, and you'll be out of a job before you know it."
The guards just glanced at each other, none of them looking the least bit concerned.
This kind of thing had never happened before, but everyone knew that while Jordan might seem scary to outsiders, he actually treated his staff pretty well.
Silas strutted into Erwin Group, chest puffed out and head held high. If nobody greeted him, he'd immediately start bragging about who he was.
It wasn't until he finally ran into Jordan's secretary, who actually treated him with some respect, that Silas looked a little more pleased. "Not bad," Silas nodded approvingly. "So, where's Mr. Erwin?"
"Mr. Erwin is waiting for you inside, Mr. Clark. He asked me to come out and welcome you. Please, this way," the secretary made a courteous gesture, inviting him to follow.
Silas was absolutely full of himself. 'Man, having people treat me like this feels awesome,' he thought smugly. But just as he strutted forward a few steps, his foot suddenly slipped and he fell flat on his face.
Everyone around tried hard not to burst out laughing, but he could see them all secretly grinning.
Silas felt completely humiliated. As he got up, he snapped at the secretary, "What kind of place is this? Why is the floor so slippery? Where's the cleaning staff? They're doing a terrible job. Fire her right now!"
The secretary quickly explained, "Mr. Clark, actually, the floor's so slippery because it's been cleaned too well. I'll let the cleaning staff know not to make it so spotless next time."
Silas shot her a suspicious look. He couldn't shake the feeling she'd done it on purpose. But he let it slide. He was already at Jordan's office door, and he was ready to give Jordan a piece of his mind.
He pushed open the door, and the moment he saw the office, he was instantly dazzled by how fancy the place was. He'd seen all kinds of offices on TV when he was bored, but none of them ever looked this grand in real life.
'Man, if only I could have an office like this,' he thought, his heart full of envy.
And there was Jordan, lounging in his office chair like he owned the place, exuding that unmistakable boss aura. "Silas, you're here," Jordan greeted him, his tone cool and casual.