The Bound Between Us

Chapter 408

Chapter 408

There was chaos in the president’s office at Eagle Corporation. Joseph was kneeling on one knee, with

one leg half bent, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His face was bruised and battered.

Herman leaned casually against the office desk. His cold gaze was fixed on Joseph. The temperature

in the room seemed to drop to freezing point, as if the air itself had solidified.

Joseph coughed. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and a taste of blood in his mouth. He spat out a

mouthful of blood.

Just half an hour ago, Herman had barged into the office, smashed the security cameras without a

word and the fight had started. Joseph had some training, but he was no match for Herman and had

been convincingly defeated. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Joseph’s face turned an ugly shade of green, as he slowly pulled himself up. He spat out another

mouthful of blood, smirked coldly and taunted, “Is that all you’ve got, Herman?”

Herman nonchalantly rolled up his shirt sleeves, oozing an aura of aristocratic elegance. He casually lit

a cigarette from the desk, took a puff and coldly retorted, “You’ve been stirring up trouble just to get my

attention, haven’t you? Now I’m here, but you can’t even take a few punches?”

Joseph wiped the blood from his mouth and sheered, “You’re slower than I expected. You’re not as

great as you think.”

“You think your little tricks can get you into the Salstrom family tree?” Herman’s cold lips curled into a

sneer. “The Salstrom family has strict rules. You’re delusional if you think you can join us. Joseph, as

long as you don’t mess with my family, I can turn a blind eye. But now you’ve gone too far. This is a

lesson for you. If you try anything again, I’ll make sure you disappear from Riverdale.”

After saying that, Herman crushed the cigarette butt on the office desk.

Joseph’s gaze fell on the extinguished cigarette. His pupils were shrinking slightly. Joseph understood.

This was Herman’s warning. If he dared to do anything, his fate would be the same as the crushed

cigarette.

After their fight, Joseph realized he had underestimated Herman. He had been beaten without a

chance for retaliation. Herman was precise and ruthless in his actions. Even knowing Joseph’s identity,

Herman didn’t consider him a threat. This was what frustrated Joseph the most. His little maneuvers

were nothing more than child’s play in Herman’s eyes.

Herman straightened and, at that moment, his phone rang. It was Anastasia. Herman answered,

“Honey…”

“Are you still at Eagle Corporation?” Anastasia asked. “Your parents were here, and your father

seemed strange when he heard you were there. He left immediately.”

“I see,” Herman responded gravely. “I’ll be home soon.” Herman ended the call, stepped over the

scattered documents on the floor, and walked out of the office.

When Herman had left, Joseph realized he hadn’t stopped him. He was actually afraid of Herman. The

realization frustrated Joseph. He slammed his fist onto the desk in anger.

As Herman left the office, he bumped into Feiman. Father and son met under such circumstances, and

their secret was out in the open.

Feiman avoided Herman’s gaze, too guilty to say anything. Herman gave a cold smirk, said nothing,

and walked past Feiman.

Just as Feiman breathed a sigh of relief, Herman’s icy voice echoed, “You can’t hide the truth forever.

Find a way to tell my mother the truth. I don’t want her to hear it from someone else.”