<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1216 Do You Know Who You Are Messing With</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary, known for his blunt nature, had already noticed the deliberate attempts to target Jonathan. Although he didn’t say anything outright, he was ready to sit back and watch how things yed out.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Ihat were they thinking, daring to go after Nathaniel’s wife and kid? Aren’t they asking for trouble?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, having quickly assessed the scene upon his arrival, immediately picked Miranda out of the crowd. It didn’t take him long to realize that she was behind the brewing tension.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His gaze shifted to the group of people who had spoken up earlier, calling them out by name without hesitation</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ashwin Reyes from Bright Enterprise, Stanley Edwards from Armor Softwares, Donald Guerrero from Mind Media, and L Everett from Rise Enterprise, Nathaniel listed, his voice calm but authoritati</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The four individuals were visibly startled, looking at Nathaniel in confusion. “Do you know us?” they asked, clearly puzzled.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel didn’t bother answering them. Instead, he turned to Mason, who stood quietly beside him, and asked, “Did you get their names?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yes, Mason replied without missing a beat.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, with his remarkable photographic memory, didn’t need to inquire about them or make any extra effort to remember their details.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The names had likely crossed his desk at some point, and that was all he needed. Mason, on the other hand, relied on Nathaniel’s cues and quickly noted down the information</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What’s going on?” The four men exchanged puzzled looks, clearly not grasping what was happening on why Nathaniel had singled them out.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t help but smirk. He knew the real drama was about to begi</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Oblivious to their impending fate, some of the men approached Zachary, trying to make small talk. One even handed him a business card, attempting towork. “Mr. Sinir, it’s an honor to meet you. Here’s my card, I’ve heard so much about you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary didn’t even nce at the card or acknowledge the man, leaving him standing there embarrassed The man, with no choice but to quietly take back his card, looked as though he wanted to disappear on the spot.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Ashwin, perhaps trying to save face, said, “Let’s just start thepetition, teacher. We shouldn’t waste an more time–I have a meeting to get back to at the office</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The teacher hesitated, unsure of how to navigate the situation</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But just as she was about to speak, Ashwin’s phone rang Answering the call with a frustrated sigh, be muttered, “I told them I didn’t want toe to this boring parent–child activity, but here I am. And now. my office is calling me.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His tone was dismissive, and his wife stood by quietly, feeling guilty for dragging him there. But the call didn’tst long. In under a minute, Ashwin’s face drained of color, going from rosy to ashen in an instant</font></font>Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
“What? How is this happening? Are you kidding me?” he eximed, his voice shaking with disbelief. Without a word to his wife or child, he hurried off.
Simr calls were made to the other three individuals Nathaniel had mentioned. As they each answered, their confident demeanor crumbled. It became clear to everyone around them–Nathaniel was not someone to be trifled with.
Zachary chuckled. “Serves you right. Do you even know who this is? You’ve been messing with Nathaniel Rainsworth.”
As soon as Zachary mentioned Nathaniel’s name, the remaining three men on the phone froze. The realization hit them like a ton of bricks.
For a moment, they wondered why Nathaniel had looked so familiar, and then it dawned on them–he was the tyrant of Tud.
Perhaps it was due to theirpany’s insignificance, they had never seen Nathaniel in person. Coupled with all sorts of bizarre news online, rumors were swirling that he had gone blind and was no longer managing Orion Corporation.
“Wait.., Nathaniel? The former CEO of Orion Corporation?” one of the men asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.
After ending their calls, their arrogance vanished, and they hurried over to Nathaniel, their faces pale with fear. “Mr. Rainsworth, we didn’t realize who you were. Please forgive us for our ignorance,” they pleaded.
Just a moment ago, theirpanies had plunged into chaos.
Nathaniel’s expression remained cold and indifferent. “Get lost,” he said tly.
Without needing further instruction, the men quickly scurried away, leaving in such a rush they didn’t even stop to exin themselves to their families. One of them even shot a quick, apologetic nce at his wife before disappearing into the distance.
Everyone else watching understood immediately–Nathaniel was not someone to cross.
The mothers, witnessing their husbands‘ sudden change of behavior, swiftly shifted their attitudes. They realized now that Cecilia was not to be underestimated.
Eager to smooth things over, they approached Cecilia with nervous smiles, “Ms. Cecilia, why don’t you join our team if you don’t mind?”