Return Of The Prodigy
Return of the Prodigy Chapter 90

As the two cars stopped in front of the Shen residence, anxiety filled the faces of the Hartleys members.

Only Dave and a few others, who knew the truth, had a faint guess about what might happen. What was Daniel's next move?

Could he finally settle the score, bring down Katie, and vent his frustration?

Creak... The car doors opened, and with a thud, a person knelt directly on the ground.

Again?!

The Hartleys members felt a shiver down their spines, recalling the scene where a hundred people knelt earlier.

"Mr. Hartley, you've arrived at your home, why are your legs still weak?"

"Yeah, get up quickly. Otherwise, the Hartleys might think we're bullying you."

As they spoke, two more people got out of the car, supporting Trey as they walked into the villa.

Under the lights, everyone could see clearly that the person who knelt down was Trey. At this moment, he had disheveled hair, a pale face, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He trembled like mud. "Trey, what are you up to?"

"Why did you come to the Hartleys? You weren't invited to today's banquet."

"Even if you wanted a free meal, at least clean up a bit. Look at you, all smelly, and you can't even stand properly. It's so disgraceful."

The Hartleys members immediately scolded him.

"I-I..." Trey stammered, unable to complete a coherent sentence.

"Dad!"

With a cry of alarm, Katie rushed out of the hall. "What's happening, Dad?"

"Dad."

"Grandpa."

Adam and Annie also hurried over.

"Katie, I-I..." Trey lowered his head, stuttering and unable to look Katie in the eyes.

"Dad, why aren't you speaking? What's going on?" Katie asked anxiously.

Trey, with his head bowed, dared not answer.

Katie, anxious and helpless, couldn't help but turn to the two men supporting Trey.

The two men, one fat and one thin, seemed ordinary.

Katie frowned and asked, "Who are you? What did you do to my dad?"

The slightly overweight man quickly replied, "Don't misunderstand. We're friends of Mr. Hartley, just... sigh, Mr. Hartley, do you want to tell her, or should I do it for you?"

In an instant, Trey's body trembled even more.

"Don't bother... this matter has nothing to do with you. Where's your grandfather?" Trey finally lifted his head and quickly scanned the courtyard.

The next moment, when he saw Dave, Trey lunged forward.

Thud.

Trey's face smashed into the ground, but he paid no attention. Like a drowning man desperate for life, he crawled forward, grabbing the ground with both hands, and cried out to Dave, "Dad, save me, please lend me some money to save me this time." "Dad, save me. I promise I won't do it again in the future."

Dave frowned and questioned, "Speak, what stupid thing have you done again? Why do you need money?"

"I-I.."

Trey hesitated and didn't dare to speak.

"Ah, you're really useless. What happened? Speak up quickly. If you don't say it, get out. Don't disgust us here," the Hartleys members urged impatiently.

"Hehe, is there even a need to ask? It looks like he owes money to someone outside, right? Otherwise, he must have been caught cheating in bed with someone," Matilda sneered.

At this moment, the slightly overweight man couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Mr. Hartley, if you won't say it, I'll say it for you. We were playing cards with Mr. Hartley, and he lost. He borrowed some money from us." "Now, he can't pay it back, so we came with him to the Hartleys."

As soon as this was said, the Hartleys members immediately mocked, "Trey, you've really grown up. You even learned to gamble with people?"

"Do you even have any sense of your own weight? With your meager salary, it's not enough to eat and drink. Do you dare to play cards with others?"

"Hehe, no wonder you're called useless. Instead of learning something good, you're learning these crooked ways. What? Do you want to get rich by gambling?"

Trey was scolded until his face turned red, and he dared not say a word, lying on the ground without making a sound.

Katie felt both angry and helpless, but she couldn't accuse Trey here. She just wanted to resolve the matter quickly to avoid the Hartleys members watching the show and humiliating them.

Fortunately, the money at home was usually managed by Gemma, so she knew that her father didn't have much money.

Even if he gambled with others, the stakes wouldn't be too high. At most, a few thousand or even ten thousand yuan.

Katie had that much money.

"I'm really sorry. Whatever money my dad owes you, I'll pay it for him," Katie said.

The slightly overweight man chuckled, "It's not much, just three hundred and twenty thousand dollars."

"Three hundred thousand is... what did you say?" Katie's eyes widened in shock, a look of disbelief on her face.

The slightly overweight man took out a promissory note from his pocket and pointed, saying, "Look, it's all written here, three hundred and twenty thousand."

Katie's eyes went black, her body staggered, and she took two steps back, almost falling.

On the other side, Matilda's laughter rang in her ears.

"Just over three hundred thousand is indeed not much."

"Katie, didn't you want to help your dad repay his debts? Why aren't you paying now?"

"Oh, I forgot, you don't have that much money, right? What should we do then... Let them take your dad away and sell him piece by piece?"