Chapter 1242 The Carters Doing What They Do Best—Snarling Ineffectively!

“Mr. Meyers, could you please give us just a bit more time to, uh, prepare the amount?” George begged, his tone as submissive as a servant. “You see, we—” Mr. Meyers did not even let him finish. “Coffee, Mr. Carter?” he asked with a blithe grin, pouring George a cup as though he was the host welcoming his guest with full hospitality. George’s high-strung nerves were not the least assuaged. The young man before him was overwhelming him with an ominous, stressful aura that drinking coffee felt like a discordant distraction. Hurriedly, he restated his plea with much more emphasis, “Please, Mr. Meyers. We are humble folks. We just need a bit more time—” He abruptly let out an ear-splitting scream when Mr. Meyers doused the old man’s face right out from a cup, point-blank. It would have damaged George’s eyes if he did not manage to shut his eyes out of instinct. George was old—too old for such an abuse. The sudden movement caused him to fall out of his chair and tumble to the floor. He