What troubled Bach the most wasn't Tiger's violent tendencies.
It was his distrust of him and the company.
Now, every time Bach said that the company could take care of him, Tiger would fiercely retort. If they could really take care of him, he wouldn't have to hide abroad.
Bach didn't know how to retort because he didn't have any reason to.
Madico Pavich did indeed disappoint him.
In the past, Madico Pavich could solve a problem in less than three days.
But this time, ten days had passed and he still didn't get any reply. There wasn't even a message.
A few days ago, he went to see Madico Pavich.
Madico Pavich's attitude was the same as Tiger's. Anxious, irritable, and inexplicably fearful.
This caused some changes in Bach's mentality.
He didn't trust his boss as much anymore.
That omnipotent boss seemed to be in trouble too.
Today, Tiger lost control and went crazy again.
Although he didn't hit anyone, Bach heard Tiger roaring in the living room as soon as he entered the villa.
The servant was facing Tiger submissively.
Bach suddenly felt tired.
Fortunately, the servant was scared and didn't get hit by Tiger.
Bach was planning to go in and talk to Tiger while he was resting.
But a phone call interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello, this is Bach. Who is this?"
"Mr. Bach, are you interested in a meal?"
"Sorry, I'm not interested in eating with strangers," Bach said and wanted to hang up.
"Mr. Bach, I admire your attitude, but I hope that you can have this kind of tough attitude when you are in prison."
"Who are you? What do you mean? Are you threatening me? Do you know what this means? "Veins popped on Bach's forehead.
Threatening? This wasn't the first time he'd been threatened.
But he wasn't afraid. He wasn't a young man who just entered society.
He'd been a manager for a long time.
He'd met too many people and seen too many tricks.
He wouldn't be scared by a single sentence.
"I found a former sprinter called Lonka Dallas. We had a good chat. I heard a lot about Mr. Bach from him."
"Lonka Dallas?"
Bach's eyelids twitched. That was a sprinter he'd coached three years ago.
Lonka Dallas had a brief moment of glory.
However, in the end, his career was ruined by drugs and various scandals.
"That guy is just a loser, a destitute loser. I don't know how much money you gave him, but I don't think anyone will believe him no matter what he says." Bach said disdainfully.
Lonka Dallas did know a lot of his secrets.
But as long as Lonka Dallas couldn't produce concrete evidence, everything was meaningless.
How could Bach allow an abandoned pawn to have a handle on him?
If there really was something on him, Lonka Dallas wouldn't be alive now.
"No one will believe his words, but I will create convincing evidence, especially evidence that will convince the judge. Oh, right, my name is Alex. I am now the owner of the largest law firm in Southern California."
Bach's face darkened. "Miss Lawyer, you shouldn't have provoked me."
"Mr. Bach, because I'm scared by your words, I think you'll die in prison, and you'll go to prison within three days. You don't need to be charged with any real crime. You know that's what I do. Then, in the next week, you'll have an accident in prison."
Alex had never been a dutiful lawyer. If she was a pure lawyer, she would never be able to make a name for herself in this country.
She knew very well that when you faced a villain, you needed more than the law.
"Miss Lawyer, do you think I have no power in prison? You picked the wrong opponent. "
"Yes, I know you do. Los Angeles First Prison, Third Prison, Barrick Prison … But I also know that your assets are only two million dollars. How much cash can you use to protect yourself? And I can buy your head with double or triple the price of your net worth, or even ten times the price. "
Bach's face stiffened. After a moment of silence, he said, "Miss Lawyer, I'm not worth that much money. If you give me two million dollars, I will personally hand my head to you."
Bach had already given in.
He did have connections. He was not afraid of going to the police station or prison.
Because he could settle things, no matter where he went, he would be able to come out safely.
But those connections were not the power that he had grasped himself.
If someone offered more money to make things difficult for him, or even directly bought his head, there would be a lot of people who would be willing to work for them.
Bach lived in the dark, so he knew better than anyone the horror of the dark.
"Then, do I have the honor to treat you to a meal?"
"Of course, you decide the place and time. I'll treat you to a meal."
"Today, I've already booked a private room at Marina's Restaurant."
Bach's heart was a little heavy. The other party was obviously going to eat him.
Otherwise, why would he book a private room at Marina's Restaurant in advance?
Bach had been to Marina's Restaurant more than once. He knew that the rules there were quite strict.
To book a reservation, one had to be at least a few days in advance.
And he did not know how he had offended the big lawyer.
In this country, you could go against anyone, even the president.
But there were two types of people you could never offend. One was the reporters. They were the uncrowned kings.
The other was the lawyers. They were gangsters, scoundrels, and villains.
Even the real gangs did not want to offend lawyers.
They waved the big stick of the law and knocked over the lambs one by one.
He wanted to know what the female lawyer wanted.
Her target was definitely not him.
If the other party's target was him, they wouldn't be calling him.
She would have sent him straight to prison.
Bach really did not have the confidence to fight against someone who controlled an entire law firm.
After all, he had too many black marks on him.
Some of the black spots were even fatal.
Against an entire law firm, he might not only lose his freedom, but also his precious life.
So, after the first wave, Bach decisively gave in.
Giving in wasn't something shameful.
He would rather break than bend. He was not suitable to live in this society.
Bach glanced at Tiger in the living room and silently turned to leave.
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