Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 690

With a smile, Xavier said, "I'm sorry I had to invite Mr. Nolan here in such a rude way, but I’m also afraid that Mr. Nolan will not come if I use other methods. Even if you come, you won’t admit what you have done. So it’s helpless, we had no choice but to do this. Please forgive me if you’re offended in any way."

Spencer’s expression changed again. In his heart, he could already guess what Xavier wanted to say.

He just refused to admit it.

He sneered, "You’re so funny, Mr. Foster. What have I done that I have to admit to you? You’re bullying me because I just returned to China, so you’re using this method to humiliate me? Xavier Foster, although the Foster Family is deeply rooted in China, I, Spencer Nolan, am not that kind, so you better let me go right now..."

“Mr. Nolan, don't worry."

This time, John was the one speaking.

John took out a photo and showed it to Spencer.

“Mr. Nolan, you might as well take a look at this first. Do you know the person in the photo? How about we talk about it?"

The photo showed a middle-aged man with a lack of energy, tanned skin, and a rough beard. He looked like a normal man in a mid-life crisis.

Spencer only took a glance before he withdrew his gaze.

He said expressionlessly, "I don't know him."

John raised his eyebrows.

"You don’t know him? Really?"

Spencer did not speak.

John suddenly smiled and said, "That's weird. You said you didn't know each other, then why can someone prove that you went to his house one night half a month ago and gave him a big bag of cash?"

Spencer's body stiffened obviously.

Although his reaction was faint, it was still keenly caught by John and Xavier.

They looked at Spencer with piercing eyes. Then, Xavier said, "If Mr. Nolan is not convinced, we can bring in the witness to prove it on the spot, but by then, things might not be handled as easily as they are now."

"After all, he helped us. Since we let you see him, it’s natural that we can't leave him with trouble later, so for the sake of safety..."

"What do you want to do?"

Spencer suddenly said, interrupting him.

His face, which was originally gentle and elegant, now showed a hint of fierceness.

"You want to kill me? Do you dare?"

Xavier paused and then slowly laughed.

"Nice joke, Mr. Nolan. What do you mean kill? We're serious businessmen, we never do such things that’ll dirty our hands."

Spencer choked at what he said and he almost let out a laugh.

"Businessmen? Businessmen that would drug people and kidnap them to a place like this? Who are you trying to fool?"

Xavier nodded slightly. "Well, at least you know that we’re fooling you."

Spencer was speechless.

This talk was not going well.

The atmosphere in the living room was a little awkward, but Xavier was not anxious as he just sat there and waited quietly.

He knew that there was no real justice in this world.

Everything started from their own heart so he was just trying to balance it out.

Hence, Xavier came up with such an idea.

Although he said that it was just a few businesses, Spencer knew what he actually meant. He wanted all of Spencer’s power and wealth in the country.

Once these were taken away, it would be equivalent to completely expelling Spencer from the country, and there was no way for him to come back in the future.

Spencer naturally understood what he meant, so he gritted his teeth and did not say anything for a while.

With a smile, John said, "Mr. Nolan has half an hour to consider. If you haven't agreed after half an hour, then I'm sorry, we'll have to deal with this matter in a proper way."

After he finished speaking, he looked down and said to Xavier, "I will push you in to take a rest for a while."

Since Xavier's body had not fully recovered yet, he felt tired just after saying a few words to Spencer.

Therefore, he did not refuse. He nodded and let John push him into the room.

In the next half an hour, Spencer just sat on the floor of the living room without saying anything. No one was paying attention to him either.

He had his head down, so even with the temporary camera installed in the living room, the expression on his face could not be seen.

However, Xavier and John did not want to look at it anyway. Regardless of the expression on his face or how depressed he was, he had to give away his money and businesses even if he did not want to.

After all, Xavier was the current head of a dignified family; the injuries he took could not be in vain.

There were also those two living lives. There was no need to mention the truck driver, that was his own fault, but the driver who had always drove for Xavier was a pity.