Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 142

A man dressed in a black suit walked into a super furnished office which looked more like a room. He had his head high, body thrown up, like he was trying to act up.

He was the same man who Damien had met on the first day when he returned to Vegas. The man whom he beat almost into coma. The man whom he made a dog out of.

There were about ten middle aged men seated on couches in the room. At the front of each man was a stool which had a glass of wine on it.

When the man stepped in, he had no idea where to seat. Therefore he remained standing for a while, perhaps until he would be offered a seat.

In his left hand was a suitcase.

"You must be the buyer of our highly esteemed organization."

"Shouldn't you at least offer me a seat?"

The man shot at them. The men who were seated were very rich men. The poorest amongst them had about three companies.

They were special set of men who influenced quite the number of things in Vegas. You could say that they were the level three centre of business and power in the state.

"Of course, ignore him. Come have a seat here."

Another man, who had white beards offered. The beard was dyed.

After the offer did the man notice the seat which had been prepared for him before his arrival. He settled in, in a position where he didn't have to turn his neck here and there to hold all the ten men in his gaze.

"With whom did I speak? Who was the person who offered the deal?"

The buyer started. All eyes fell on a short and potbellied man. Mr Colton.

"Let's get to business then."

Mr Colton seemed to have a big problem with the rest of the men. The manner at which he avoided their gazes... or when they eyes finally met, the glare... it was quite glaring that things were more than what the eyes meet.

"Actually, I'm not the one buying the company. My boss is gone on a vacation. He doesn't like his vacation to be meddled with. Neither does he play with his free time."

"Vacation?"

One of them men called.

"Yes vacation!"

The buyer stressed.

"Does he know the status of the company he is about to purchase? Not even an ultra rich man would go on a vacation when dealing with BMX group. This is more like an insult. What do y'all think?"

The white bearded man looked to the rest of the men. Another wanted to second when Mr Colton shot,

"That's none of my business, as far as someone is in charge right now, then let's get to it."

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"Why did you want to see me? As it seems, I've already signed the papers and paid the amount. "

The buyer queried, looking from one man to the other. The board of ten men was missing a person. Mr Colton.

"Congratulations, Mr Mathew."

The white bearded man started.

"At first we thought it was a joke. Someone offering to buy BMX group."

"What do you mean a joke?"

Mathew, the buyer seemed offended.

"It's worth only $250 Billion. A successful business would had bought it even if my boss didn't."

Mathew look from one man to another as they laughed. He didn't know what was funny. He couldn't tell for real.

"We are not talking about the price, Mr Mathew. We are talking about what comes with the group."