They did not have to wait long.

A sleek, black Maybach screeched to a stop right in front of the fast food joint. Then, out stepped a curvy woman dripping in fur, diamonds, and designer everything. She strutted toward the entrance with a cold, seductive expression, clutching a luxury handbag.

Lewis rushed out to greet her with a flattering smile. “Ma’am, you’re here.”

The woman was not just anyone–it was Rachel, the wealthiest businesswoman in the entire Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce.

Her holdings spanned multiple industries and neighborhoods, and nearly half of the fast food chains in Blumedale were under her name.

The store owner stiffened in alarm. He quickly barked at his staff, “Get this place cleaned up now–she’s the big boss!”

His eyes fell on Christina and Leroy, covered in blood and barely staying upright. Seeing Leroy’s condition, the owner frowned deeply and motioned for Christina to move Leroy to the side.

Meanwhile, Quinton adjusted his tailored suit, smirking as he rose. “Well, well. And who exactly do we have here? Which big shot from the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce decided to make an appearance today? Let’s see if that person still counts for something before me.”

The glass door slammed open again, and Rachel swept in with two towering bodyguards at her side, her aura fierce and unshakable.

She shouted, “Quinton, are you fucking insane or just asking for your whole damn family to be wiped out? Who gave you the guts to cause chaos on my turf? This is a Chamber of Commerce property!”

Her fury finally boiled over. “I want you to apologize to my staff right now and pay up for their medical bills. Otherwise, you won’t be able to afford the consequences.”

Quinton’s temper flared. “Excuse me? You want me to apologize to some third-rate wage slaves? And pay them money? Madam Gardner, have you completely lost it? I know you’ve got cash, but I’m a Wright–one of the Five Apex Families. You’re way out of your league!”

When Rachel showed up, Quinton had been mildly uneasy at first. She was not just wealthy–word was she had questionable connections to a few serious underground enforcers, the kind of people even major players did not mess with lightly.

However, the moment she walked in and started shouting like she owned the place, his pride snapped in half.

Rachel’s eyes turned to ice. “Quinton, I’ve been more than generous with you. Asking for an apology and a hospital bill was me showing respect for your father, not you.

“But you chose the worst possible time to pick a fight–our new chairman just took office, and you think you can come stomping in like some spoiled punk? If word of this gets to him, you’re finished. Done.”

Quinton slammed his hand down on the table beside him with a crack, reducing it to splinters. “Fine! Then do it! Bring this so-called chairman of yours out here! I’d love to see if someone from the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce actually thinks they can scare me. What are they, some hidden dragon? Please. More like a paper tiger who only exists on paper.”

He snorted in disdain. This ‘new chairman’–whoever they were he had never even heard of them, which meant they were nobody. If a true Blumedale powerhouse had taken that position, it would have been all over the news, buzzing through every major circle and social feed.

Rachel’s jaw clenched. “This is your final warning, Quinton. Cooperate, and I’ll pretend this never happened. You’re a Wright—I expect arrogance, and I can look the other way. But your mistake was showing up here, throwing a tantrum the same day our new chairman took power. That, Quinton, is something even I can’t ignore.”

Chapter 1456

Quinton’s blood boiled at her words.