Remorse After Breaking Up Chapter 70

Chapter 70 “That’s your word. Don’t go back on it when things get tough,”

Sebastian said with a teasing tone.

Lucas snorted arrogantly. “My word is ironclad. But this is your only chance. One billion dollars or your arms get snapped.”

“Sebastian, what are you talking about? Where would you get that much money?” Lillian said to Lucas, “He’s joking, don’t take it seriously.”

“But I’m taking it seriously. Let’s start the proof of funds now,”

Lucas retorted coldly.

“I don’t have it right now,” said Sebastian.

“Good, break his arms,” Lucas commanded without a hint of empathy.

“Lucas, please. Do me a favor and let him go,” Lillian pleaded urgently.

“No! I haven’t settled my old scores with him, and he dares to act tough in front of me today. I won’t forgive myself if I don’t deal with him, no matter who pleads.”

“Wait a moment,” said Sebastian.

“What? Are you scared?” Lucas revealed a mocking smile.

He continued, “If you’re scared, you can kneel and beg me. Oh right, I forgot your legs are crippled now, so how about you lie down and lick my shoes clean?”

“And mine too, make sure you lick them clean,” Lyra said with a cold laugh.

“You guys are going too far!” Lillian was furious.

Lucas snorted coldly. “He brought this humiliation upon himself, he has no one to blame but himself.”

Then, he looked at Sebastian and said, “The choice is yours. Either lick our shoes clean or have your two arms broken.”

Sebastian shook his head with a smile. “I’ll choose neither.”

Lucas remarked coldly, “That’s not up to you. Since you refuse to choose, I’ll have your two arms broken first and then force you to lick our shoes clean.

“Do it!” he ordered.

“Wait!” Sebastian stopped him again.

Lucas said impatiently, “Sebastian, my patience is limited.”

Sebastian said, “Can you let me finish speaking first? I don’t have any money on me now, but I can have someone send me the money.”

Lucas sneered, “You’re clearly trying to stall for time, but I’ll play with you today. I’ll give you one hour. If I don’t see one billion dollars, don’t blame me for being rude.”

“One hour is enough.” Sebastian smiled confidently.

He then turned to Lillian and said, “Lillian, give me Steven’s phone number.”

“What do you want his phone number for?” Lillian asked in confusion.

Sebastian smiled and said, “Of course, it’s to ask him to send me money.”

“Hahaha…”

“This fool actually thinks Mr. Harris will bring him money. What a joke.”

“You can’t even lie properly. Mr. Harris would rather skin you alive, and you expect him to bring you money? Are you out of your mind?”

The Smith family members mocked Sebastian, seeing him as a fool.

Lillian was anxious and angry. “Sebastian, it is not the time to joke around. Hurry up and apologize to Lucas and let him spare you.”

“Lillian, believe me. I really have a way to get Steven to send me money,” Sebastian said seriously.

Lillian nodded in agreement because she felt that Sebastian was not joking, which gave her a glimmer of hope.

Lyra said sarcastically, “I thought you were just useless, but now it seems you’re a fool. And Lillian, you actually believe this fool? Do you really think Mr. Harris will bring him money?”

Lillian also felt that it was unlikely, but at the moment, apart from believing Sebastian, she couldn’t think of any other way.

After Sebastian got Steven’s phone number, he sent him a text message.

The text message read: “This is Sebastian. I know you’re physically dysfunctional, and you can still use it occasionally with medication. If you don’t treat it in time, it’ll be completely dysfunctional in a while.

“If you don’t want to be forever impaired, come to the Smith family with 500 million dollars within an hour to find me.”

Then, he sent the same text message to Taylor.

He found Taylor’s phone number in Lillian’s phone.

Originally, he wanted to blackmail Steven alone but was worried he couldn’t gather one billion dollars quickly, so he had Taylor share half.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.

“You rubbish, the time is almost up. Where’s Mr. Harris?” Lucas asked.

Sebastian snorted coldly. “What’s the hurry? The time isn’t up yet.”

Steven sneered, “Refusing to give up until the end, huh? Fine, I’ll wait another ten minutes.”

Sebastian was calm and composed, without the slightest worry.

Besides texting Steven and Taylor, he had also informed Casper, in case those two didn’t show up.

But Lillian was so anxious that she was sweating. She had originally held a glimmer of hope for Sebastian, but now…

Minutes passed by again…

Just as Lucas was about to make a move, a Bugatti Veyron stopped at the Smith residence’s doorstep.

Three people got out of the car. One of them was Steven, and the other two were bodyguards.

“Mr. Harris, what brings you here?” Elijah and the other Smith family members hurried forward to greet them.

They didn’t think Steven was here for Sebastian and assumed it was just a coincidence.

“Move aside!” Steven had no mood to deal with them and headed straight for Sebastian.

Upon reaching Sebastian, Steven was grinding his teeth in anger.

Lucas hurried over, his face full of flattery. “Mr. Harris, are you here to settle the score with this loser? If so, just give the word and I’ll take care of him for you.”