Chapter 645: Very old photograph
Sven grumpily walked to his car, his heart swelling with fury at how Atlas had humiliated him. Even though it was just the two of them, Atlas should’ve reconsidered. After all, Atlas should know that begging him was the last thing Sven would do in this life, but Sven still did.
Why did Sven do that? Why did he swallow his pride and go to see Atlas for the last time?
Because at the end of the day, Sven wanted to regain his former glory through Global Prime Logistics and the Bennet Family. However, Atlas couldn’t see that. He wasn’t as insightful as he thought he was.
"That damn Atlas..." he gritted his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Looking up through the windshield, he glared daggers at the mansion. "Damn this family!"
Sven punched the steering wheel like a maniac, venting his overflowing anger. Panting, his eyes burned as he continued to glare at the mansion.
"They’ve always been so arrogant," he hissed to himself. "They didn’t even have the courtesy to let me into the house. Hah! Let’s see if you can still be arrogant in the future."
Sven reached for the compartment in front of the passenger seat in his fury. Taking out a suspicious red envelope, he checked the card inside. His eyes glinted maliciously as he stared at the contact number written beneath the letter.
"They’re all the same," he fumed. "I’ve given him a chance to save himself, but he just paraded why I dislike him in the first place."
When those words rolled off Sven’s tongue, he contacted the number and tried to call it. However, the call wouldn’t go through. He tried a few times, but the number was out of reach. Frustrated, he sent a message instead.
[To: Unknown
What is your proposal?]
Much to Sven’s surprise, seconds after sending that message, he received a reply from the same number. He furrowed his brows, finding it strange that a call wouldn’t connect, but the number instantly replied to him.