Mr Wood The Legend

Chapter 22 Yank Wood's Warning

In the hotel.

At the sight of the number on the phone, Mike, who was enjoying himself in the room, suddenly

became nervous. Ignoring the beauty on the bed who was about to take off her clothes, he hurriedly

put on his clothes and went out.

As soon as Mike walked out of the door, he saw Yank Wood confronting the security guard.

Seeing this situation, Mike suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He hurried over and kicked the security

guard without hesitation. "You son of a bitch, you look down on people here again, don't you?"

The security guard was kicked to the ground and was about to hit him, but when he turned his head, he

saw a foreigner. He immediately recognized that this was the big boss, Mike, who lived on the top floor

of the hotel.

The manager said they could not make the big boss angry, or they would be fired.

At this moment, he had no intention of fighting back!

"This gentleman is my distinguished guest. How dare you be rude to him? You must be tired of living.

Call your manager here!" Mike glanced at Yank Wood from the corner of his eye and found that he

didn't respond at all. He immediately panicked.

Did Mr. Wood think that he had been negligent?

"Boss, I was wrong. I really don't know that he is your friend. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare offend him.

Please spare me this time. I won't do this next time." The security guard immediately panicked. If he

called the manager, his job would be gone.

Regardless of whether it was ugly or not, he directly knelt down.

"Well, don't make things difficult for him. I believe he already knows he’s wrong." Seeing the security

guard kneel down, Yank Wood didn't intend to care about it anymore, so he signaled Mike to let it go.

Hearing this, Mike was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Yank Wood stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go to your room and talk about

something."

Thinking of the woman in the room, Mike immediately smiled awkwardly and hurried forward to stop

Yank Wood. "Mr. Wood, Mr. Wood, we'd better find a quiet place to eat and talk."

Yank Wood did not object to this proposal.

After the two of them walked far away, the security guard got up from the ground. He wiped the sweat

on his forehead. He really couldn't figure out Yank Wood's activity. A president like him was actually

driving a small motorcycle.

No one would have thought of it!

They chose a tea-house not far from the hotel and asked for a quiet private room. Mike took the

initiative to pour a cup of tea for Yank Wood and plucked up his courage to ask, "Mr.

Wood, do you have any special instructions for me personally?"

"Were you scared yesterday?" Yank Wood took a sip of tea, which tasted good, and asked lightly.

Hearing this, Mike laughed with lingering fear. "I don't dare hide it from you, Mr. Wood. It's a lie to say

that I'm not afraid. Fortunately, you were with us, or I would have lost my life."

This was true. If Yank Wood hadn't reminded him yesterday, he would have been long buried.

Originally, he planned to go back immediately. Bayland was too dangerous, but he knew that without Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Mr. Wood's permission, he would be courting death if he left. So he found a hotel to live in.

"On behalf of the GD Company, I'm deeply sorry for what happened yesterday. As for signing the

contract, let's not hold the ceremony. Let's find a time to confirm it. Is there any problem?" Yank Wood

looked at Mike indifferently.

Mike was a little flattered. He nodded like a chick pecking rice. "Of course not."

After a moment of silence, Yank Wood slowly said, "Mike, did anyone call you after yesterday's signing

ceremony?"

Hearing this, Mike thought for a moment and quickly replied, "There are several of them. They are all

my friends. Ask me if I'm okay."

"Is there a phone call from Malvin Lee?" Yank Wood suddenly asked.

"Yes, he is the first one."

After answering the question, Mike was suddenly stunned and soon reacted. He frowned and looked at

Yank Wood. "Do you mean that this attack has something to do with Malvin Lee?"

Yank Wood did not deny it. He nodded and continued, "I've investigated thoroughly. This attack was

planned by Malvin Lee. Her purpose is to break the cooperation."

Mike suddenly clenched his fists and said with hatred, "This bastard, I was wondering why he called

me so soon to care about me. It seems that he was not with the best of intentions!"

As he said this, he thought about it carefully. If this was what Yank had been here for, he could say it on

the phone. There was no need to make a special trip.

"Mr. Wood, what can I do for you?” Mike ventured to ask.

He thought about it very clearly. If he could work for Mr.

Wood of the House family, it would be his honor. In the future, both business and safety would be

guaranteed.

Yank Wood smiled with appreciation and then began to talk.

About half an hour later, no one knew what they were talking about in the private room. But when Mike

came out of the private room, his eyes were shining with excitement.

Then Yank Wood also came out. When he walked to the hall, he saw a piece of news on TV, saying

that a man's body was found in a villa in Bayland, lying naked in a pool of blood. Finally, his pupils

suddenly contracted, and it also said that a red feather had been found at the scene.

The red feathers were the symbol of the Rosefinch's murder. Every time a person was killed, a feather

would be left behind.

“This woman didn't report to me when she arrived in Bayland. Instead, she killed people for fun.”

The more he thought about it, the angrier Yank Wood became. After calming down, he walked to the

outside of the tea-house and came to a remote place. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a

number. After the phone was connected, he said coldly, "Rosefinch, what are you doing?"

A soft and lazy voice came from the other end of the phone and said lazily, "It's because someone left

without saying goodbye. He married another woman without saying one word. I felt uncomfortable, so I

vented my anger!"

It seemed that it was all Yank Wood's fault.

"You..." Yank Wood was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. After adjusting himself, he said

in a commanding tone, "Rosefinch, you should know what happened yesterday. I need you to report to

me as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't come to see me in the future."

After a moment of silence, Rosefinch said with some grievance, "As expected, you forget me, when

you have a new love. Mr. Wood, you are so cruel!"

Yank Wood's face darkened. Before he could speak, the phone was hung up.

If possible, he wanted to kill someone now.

On the other side, in a hotel room.

Rosefinch, who had hung up the phone, felt a little uncomfortable and threw the phone aside. With

sharp eyes, she raised her hand and shot out a dagger, which hit the photo of Lucy Long hanging on

the wall.

Looking at the photo in a daze for a while, Rosefinch suddenly came up with an idea...