Great Marshal: Marrying the Bridesmaid

Chapter 72

Zeke said, “You don't get to stand and talk to me. Kneel!”

Dane gritted his teeth. “Well, I'll admit that you're not a simple person. But you're still too young to make

me kneel. I don't mind losing this job if the company goes bankrupt.”

“What a strong character you have. I hope it remains with you to the end,” Zeke said.

Dawn looked at Zeke with a dreamy expression.

This man seems better the more I look at him.

After a while, a potbellied man staggered in.

As soon as he came in, he shouted angrily, “Dane, come bloody over here, you moron.”

Upon seeing the man, the crowd gasped.

This potbellied man was famous in Oakheart City. A brand, The Polk, he created had a market value of

tens of billions and was listed in the United States. He was ranked among the top ten richest people in

Rivermouth District.

They previously thought Dane's boss would be an ordinary entrepreneur, but to their surprise, he was a

big shot.

The fact that a large, listed company was made bankrupt in ten minutes showed them Zeke's power

was way beyond their imagination.

Dane walked up to the potbellied man. “Sir, I—”

Smack!

The potbellied man gave Dane a slap in the face. “You son of a b**ch, look at what you've done. Tell

me, which big shot have you offended?”

Dane glared fiercely at Zeke. “Him.”

The potbellied man-sized Zeke up, looking surprised.

Initially, he thought it would be some wealthy man's son, who would be very arrogant, domineering, and

barbaric. Much to his surprise, the person turned out to be low-key and unassuming with his modest

attire.

Being an experienced businessman, the potbellied man knew for a fact that a truly powerful person

was always very low-key.

He immediately fell to his knees.

“Sir, I'm so sorry my subordinate has offended you. It's my fault. I assure you that I will give you a

satisfactory explanation today.”

Zeke looked at the potbellied man, amused. “Your subordinate has quite a strong character.”

Taking the hint, the potbellied man scolded Dane angrily, “Dane, get down on your knees now and

apologize to this gentleman.”

Dane gritted his teeth, his veins bulging from his face. “On my knees? Hah, do I really need to kneel

and apologize because of a sorry job? I'm not that spineless.”

He didn't own the company, so its bankruptcy didn't concern him. He would merely lose a job, but at

least he still had his dignity.

The potbellied man scolded, “Screw you! Do you think you've simply lost your job? Let me warn you,

someone has filed charges against you for bribery as well as tax evasion with conclusive evidence. You

should get ready to rot in prison.”

Huh?

Dane felt a chill creeping down his spine.

He knew perfectly well what nasty thing he had done. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

If he were to be punished by law, he would have to stay behind the bars for at least ten years!

It would mean that his life was ruined.

F**k. Who is the man Dawn is with? How powerful must he be for him to actually find evidence of my

crimes?

He collapsed and went weak at the knees as he immediately knelt on the ground.

“I was wrong. Dawn, I shouldn't have offended you just now. Please forgive me this once. I can’t go to

jail because I still have a family to feed.”

Zeke looked at Dawn with a faint smile. “Dawn, he asked you to drink with him just now, why don’t you

go and drink with him?”

Then, he handed the bottle of wine to Dawn.

Dawn took the bottle with a sly smile. “Thank you, Zeke.”

She walked up to Dane and poured the whole bottle of wine on his head. “You wanna drink together,

right? Drink more, you big fat pig. You actually have the audacity to say that you have a family. Aren't

you sorry for them after you've f**king ruined so many girls? Zeke will not spare you if you dare harass

them again.”