Chapter 1888

"D-Don't do this, Mr. Dawson. Even though it's New Year's Day, this isn't the way for you to wish me a happy new year." Isaac was confused. If word got out that Tom went on his knees to wish him a happy new year, it would be such a glorious event that he'd even get him a gift worth 10,000 dollars. "I'm sorry, Mr. Caitford. I failed to discipline them, and these thugs offended you. Please pass the punishment." Tom was so frustrated with Isaac, the bastard. If it wasn't because there were other diners in the restaurant and many people on the streets outside, he would have cut off Isaac's head and used it as a football. Did Isaac think that he was wishing him a happy new year? Fuck, did he think he deserved such respect? "Mr. Caitford?" Finally, Isaac sensed something amiss and spun his head around slowly. First, he looked at Perseus, and then he turned to Tom again. "Mr. Dawson, is he the legendary…" "If you wish to live, then beg for mercy on your knees. I can't help you anymore