Chapter 11 You're Not the Vice President Anymore

• James's voice rose as he asked again, "Why aren't you moving yet?"
• At that moment, the Iron Eightguard stood frozen, like statues.
• The guests at the scene erupted into whispers and murmurs.
• James was the vice president of the White Group, while the Iron Eightguard were just a few bodyguards. Without the boss around, they should've listened to James's commands.
• What's going on today? Why are they ignoring James's words?
• James's face couldn't hide his frustration.
• He said coldly, "Iron Eightguard, what do you mean? Are you telling me you don't even recognise me anymore?"
• The Iron Eightguard stayed poker-faced. Of course, they recognised him. He was James Collins, Vice President of the White Financial Group.
• Under normal circumstances, they would unquestionably obey his orders.
• But today was different. The young master was standing around. Of course they'd listen to his orders.
• James felt a bit embarrassed. The atmosphere at the scene became extremely awkward.
• He braced himself and commanded, "Security guards, come over here and grab that broke kid!"
• Unable to command the Iron Eightguard, he decided to direct the security guards at the scene instead.
• With a command, four security guards rushed forward, wielding electric batons.
• Calling him a "broke kid," they all knew who it was—there was only one plainly dressed person around, and that was Leon.
• As they rushed forward, before they could even lay a hand on him, the Iron Eightguard sprang into action.
• Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
• Four muffled sounds rang out as the four security guards were instantly knocked down, unconscious.
• The crowd gasped in astonishment. These Iron Eightguard were truly extraordinary. Their moves were so sharp that ordinary security guards were simply no match for them!
• James's expression turned grim.
• The fact that the Iron Eightguard didn't follow his orders was bad enough, but now they were outright opposing him? It was simply outrageous!
• In a chilly tone, James questioned, "What's going on, Iron Eightguard? I'm your vice president. Don't you know that?"
• Just as he finished speaking, an elderly man entered from behind and said coldly, "You're not anymore."
• With that statement, everyone's gaze shifted towards him.
• A distinguished elderly man with a head full of white hair walked in, impeccably dressed in a suit and carrying a classy cane. He exuded an air of success and aristocracy.
• James's expression immediately darkened. "John!"
• John was the steward of the White Financial Group. Although he didn't hold an official position in the company, his status was quite high. Even James had to tread carefully around him.
• John threw a paper on the table.
• Then, he said in a chilly tone, "As of today, James's position as vice president of the White Financial Group is terminated!
• "And regarding James's embezzlement within the company over the past few years, an investigation will be launched.
• "James, the White Financial Group has already reported to the police. You are now restricted from leaving the province. It's in your best interest to come clean about anything you're involved in. Cooperation may earn you leniency for voluntary surrender."
• James picked up the paper and saw the termination contract along with the board's seal. His face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, looking utterly defeated.
• "This can't be happening! Why? Why?!"
• James was baffled. Sure, he'd been skimming off the top, but all the top executives in the company did the same thing. It was an unspoken agreement—turning a blind eye to each other's shady deals!
• Unless it's the Young Master of the White family coming back in person ...
• Realisation hit him like a tonne of bricks. He must have returned!
• James collapsed.
• "Mr. Otto, has the young master returned? I need to see him. Please help me plead with him!" He beg.
• With a faint smirk, John thought, Young master's right here, and you can't even see it? Picking a fight with him? That's just digging your own grave.
• John remained silent, and James's face instantly turned pale. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.
• After a lifetime of struggle, finally reaching the top of the food chain, becoming part of the high-income group, and earning the respect of everyone as the vice president of the prestigious White Financial Group, James thought he had secured his place.
• But overnight, he found himself plunged into hell.
• Leon paid no attention to James. His eyes were fixed on Yamila on the stage.
• Though Yamila had fixed her makeup, the bruises on her face were still visible.
• Leon stepped onto the stage, his anger palpable.
• "Mila, who hit you?"
• Yamila trembled all over and turned her head away, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
• "Leon, don't worry about me. Just go!"
• Samuel frowned. "You! You really dare to stir up trouble here? I'll make you regret it ... "
• Samuel stepped forward to block Leon, but Leon swiftly kicked him, knocking him down.
• Clutching his stomach in pain, Samuel grimaced and looked up at Leon.
• "Son of a b*tch!"
• Leon raised his arm, his hand poised high, and swung it fiercely, delivering a hard slap.
• Smack!
• With a loud crack, Samuel tumbled to the ground.
• That slap almost knocked him out cold. He felt like his brains were being scrambled.
• Everything went blurry. Half of his face went numb, his head was throbbing like crazy, and the pain was excruciating.
• Approaching, Leon stepped on Samuel's face.
• "Last time's lesson wasn't enough, huh? Well then, you won't need this hand anymore!"
• Finishing his words, Leon raised his foot.
• The Collinses stood up, shouting angrily, "You scoundrel! Stop right there! Lay a finger on one of our folks again, and you'll regret it! You think you can mess with us? Try it and see!"
• Leon sneered. "Let's find out!"
• With that, he stomped down.
• A sickening crack filled the air as Samuel's wrist was crushed under Leon's boot!
• A piercing scream echoed through the entire venue.
• The Collinses members were furious. On what should've been a happy day for the Collinses, trouble kept coming their way. What the heck was happening?!
• Yamila's face went pale. "Leon! Stop it, please! Just go!"
• Leon gave a faint smile. "Mila, don't worry."
• This stomping wasn't close to enough. Seeing Yamila's swollen face, it seemed like she'd taken a dozen slaps at least. That thought just fueled Leon's anger!
• He kept stomping, each crunch of bone making him angrier.
• Samuel's hands and feet were wrecked, lying there barely hanging on. Even if he pulled through, he'd be nothing but a cripple!
• Everyone in the room stood up, shooting furious glares.
• "Bast*rd! You're just a country bumpkin. How dare you cause a ruckus at the Collinses's event? You're asking for death!"
• The one speaking was Ivan, who had previously vowed to help Samuel deal with Leon.
• Leon sneered, casting a glance at him but saying nothing.
• John spoke up, "Brown family, right? From now on, the Brown family and the White Financial Group are enemies. Anyone who works with the Brown family is going against the White Financial Group. Don't blame me when things get ugly!"