I Have a Tycoon Granpa

Chapter 68 Two Thousand Dollars for A Punch

Fraser’s phone rang at that moment.

Luna was on the phone. “Where’re you? I can’t see you in the school.”

“I’m too busy to get back soon,” Fraser said.

“What’s going on?” Luna was worried about him.

“I’m fine. It’s my friend who’s not feeling well.” Then he deliberated and said, “Share with me your

location, and I’ll be there.”

After he hung up, Ella asked, “Fraser, can you really have forty-six thousand dollars for Michelle?”

He nodded.

To be honest, Ella didn’t believe him as he only met her once.

Who would possibly lend thousands of dollars to a person one just met once?

“Fraser, do you have a crush on her?” Ella asked.

He rolled his eyes. “We’d better focus on the rescue.”

“Don’t stop!”

Paul gunned the Ford through the red light.

“Fuck! Can’t you see the red light?” A man on an electric bicycle was almost hit, his middle finger up

toward the Ford.

Although Fraser only met Michelle once without any conversations, he was impressed by her kindness Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

and innocence.

Never would he leave her to be ripped by the old perve.

When they were about catch up with the old man, a BMW blocked their way.

“Holy shit! The BMW purposely blocks our way.” Paul huffed.

“Hit it!” Fraser ordered.

“It’s a BMW…” Paul was afraid.

“Just hit it. I’ll take the responsibility,” Fraser said.

“You hear what you said.” Paul swallowed and said, “I’ll hit it.”

“Shit! You fucking coward!” Fraser directly stepped on the gas.

Then the BMW was banged aside, and its trunk was seriously damaged.

“Fuck! We lose the Benz,” Paul yelled.

“He’s got a villa in Green City, and Michelle must have been taken there.” Ella’s memory was back.

Then they went there and found the Benz.

“He can’t be too rich. It’s said that the cheapest house in this city is worth at least three thousand

dollars, not to mention a villa. It must be worth millions of dollars.” Paul sighed.

Following Ella’s lead, they found the old man’s villa.

“Here it is, but the old man is a big shot,” Ella said.

“Of course. He can’t be a nobody if his villa is worth over a million dollars,” Paul whined.

Fraser smirked and kicked the gate open.

They didn’t know Fraser’s pub was worth thirty million dollars.

In terms of asset, he’d outshone the old man.

In terms of background, the name “Mason Wood” was enough.

Therefore, Fraser wasn’t scared of the old man.

As soon as they entered the villa, they saw Michella and the old man.

“How…How can you follow mw here?” The old man stared at them, looking startled.

While Michelle, only in her lingerie, was shivering.

Paul clenched his fists and punched the old man in the face.

The old man was slapped onto the ground, pointing at Paul. “You! How dare you!”

“What?” Paul scorned, “Garbage like you should go to the hell.”

Then he spat on the old man’s face.

“Michelle, put on your clothes. We’ve got you the money.” Ella picked up her clothes and gave them to

her.

“Really?” Michelle asked, sounding excited.

“Yes.”

“Where did you get it?” She couldn’t believe it.

“Fraser said he’d lend it to you.” Ella flashed a smile at Fraser. “Right?”

“Of course.” Fraser nodded.

“Ella, what the hell are you doing? You fool me?” The old man stood up slowly.

He was exasperated. “I’ve paid you for the bitch, and she belongs to me now.”

“Here’s your deposit. Take it away.” Ella took the cash out of her bag and threw it at the old man.

But the old man smirked, “Ella, remember we’ve signed a contract.”

“Which reads that if she breaks the contract, I can claim damages ten times the value of the deposit.”

“Also, I’m very weak and fragile. The young man has given me a punch, and he has to pay for my

medical fee, at least worth two thousand dollars.”

“Screw you! It costs two thousand to punch you only once? You’re so fucking lost in your daydream.”

Paul glared at him.

“As I said, I’m weak and fragile.” He sneered, “I know your job as a car-washing guy, who can only earn

about two hundred bucks a month.”

“You can’t afford my medical fee. How about this? I beat you up, and you’re not moving a bit. Then you

don’t have to pay for my medical fee.”

“As for the bitch, you can take her away unless you leave me with forty-six thousand dollars.” He

thought they couldn’t afford it.

“What’s your account number?” Fraser asked in a cold voice.

“What for? Can you afford my medical fee?” The old man looked into his eyes with a sneer and told him

his account number.

Fraser held his phone in his hand and clicked on the screen, saying, “The money has been wired to

your account. Check it out.”

“You’re bluffing.” Then the old man’s phone rang as he’d got his money.

The old man’s expression changed. “One hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars?”

“The rest money was for our more punches on you.” Fraser looked at the old man with a dark face. “69

punches. I hope you’d survive those.”

“Paul, punch him to heart’s content.” Fraser eyed Paul to signal to him for the punches.

The old man was shocked and set to scurry away.

Fraser blocked his way. “Where the hell are you going? We’ve paid for the punches at the price you’ve

named.”

“Didn’t you think that we are too poor to afford the money?” Fraser grinned.

“Now I think the problem is on you as you might be too weak to survive the punches.” Fraser grabbed

the old man’s collar and shoveled him to Paul.

Paul punched him in the face, slapping him to the ground.

“Be gentle. He’s too old to bear this.” Fraser reminded Paul.

“Come on! He loves this.”

Paul punched him one by one with dirty words.

Then Paul was tired, and Ella punched the old man for another tens of times. Finally, the old man’s

face was too ugly to look at.

Michelle laughed at his face, but she was weeping when they found her.

Screaming and crying, the old man never stopped begging for Paul’s mercy, but Paul ignored it.

“Shit! Two thousand bucks for a punch. It’s worth my salary of half a year.” Paul calculated, not willing

to stop beating him.

Paul even punched him harder.

The old man was lying on his back when Paul finally stopped. “You. Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t give it a shit!” Fraser scorned.

“You son of a bitch! You hear me. Don’t you ever think your wealth can give you all the privilege, as

there always is a richer man in the world,” Fraser smirked.

“Rich as you are, you’re nothing to me, kid.” The old man stared at him as if he’s going to kill him.

Fraser sneered, “Really?”

“Don’t you know the man in power in Donhey City?”

“So, you know Mason Wood?” Fraser still smirked.

“Well, kid, Mason’s secretary is my son-in-law.” The old man exclaimed.