Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 277: Chapter 277

Actually, Silas had two plans up his sleeve. This was just the first one, and he hadn't even needed to use the second one. He couldn't believe it had worked so easily.
As he listened to Jordan on the phone with finance, arranging the money, Silas knew everything was set.
When Jordan returned to his seat, Silas felt a sudden weakness in his body, but he didn't pay it much mind until a few men walked into the office.
They were all dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses, giving off an intimidating vibe he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Silas understood what was going on. "You're worried I might lose the money, so you had them escort me back, right? Jordan, you really cover all the bases. No wonder Stella picked you in the end. You really are a thoughtful guy."
Jordan shot them a look. The men caught on right away. One of them grabbed the baseball bat that had been set aside and brought it down hard on Silas's leg.
"Ah! Jordan, what the hell are you doing?" Silas yelled, his voice full of shock and pain.
Apparently not wanting to dirty up Jordan's office, they dragged Silas over to the doorway.
Jordan sat in front of the setup, sipping his coffee as he spoke. "Silas, of all the things you could've done, you just had to try and pull tricks on me. You were right about one thing. Stella didn't tell me anything about you guys.
"Funny thing is, I dug it all up myself."
Silas froze. "What exactly did you find out?"
"Everything I should know, and even the things I shouldn't, I've found out all of it. What else do you think there could be?" Jordan replied.
"You... you—ah!" Silas barely got the words out before the man in black behind him had slammed the bat down hard on his leg.
Silas, who had just been trying to move closer, cried out in agony, unable to hold back his screams.
"You know, I've been racking my brain for a reason to deal with you, but I never thought you'd just serve yourself up on a silver platter. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What should I do now? I can't let you down, can I?" Jordan said.
Silas shouted, "Jordan, hit me and I'll sue you!"
Jordan replied, completely unfazed, "Go ahead, sue me. I'd be disappointed if you didn't, you know?"
Silas was completely stunned.
"There are no cameras here, and everyone in this place works for me. Even outside, it's all my people. Who do you think could possibly prove I laid a hand on you?
"Oh, you mean the cameras here? Well, they're mine. If I say they're broken, then they're broken. What can the cops do about it?" Jordan said.
Silas was dumbfounded. He'd always heard that some people were above the law, but he never really believed it until now.
The most important thing was, Silas didn't even dare call the police. If they started digging, they'd find out about his gambling, and he'd probably have to do some time himself.
Jordan's men didn't give him a chance. The pain was so bad, Silas felt like he was going to die. He didn't bother with pleasantries anymore and started saying nasty things.
Jordan shot him a cold look, and one of his men immediately swung the baseball bat, slapping it hard across Silas's face.
Meanwhile, Jordan sat there, completely at ease, leisurely sipping his coffee as if nothing in the world could disturb him.
After who knew how long, Silas was barely clinging to life.
Only then did Jordan finally speak, "Alright, that's enough. Dump him back at their house."
"Yes, sir," they said.
Just as they were about to drag Silas away, something crossed Jordan's mind and he told his men to stop for a moment. He pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures.
Silas wasn't totally in the dark. He understood what was happening, but even though he was furious, he was just too weak to do anything about it.
Jordan glanced over the photos, looking pretty pleased with himself, then told his men to take Silas out. And then he sent the photos straight to Stella.