chapter 18 You and your sister-in-law have a rest first ===

Looking at the mighty black business fleet, everyone's eyes widened!
What... what kind of lineup is this?
The fleet was moving at a slow speed, and from a distance, it looked like it was approaching with a strong sense of oppression!
At this time, the on-lookers who didn't know what was going on couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt about life itself.
This scene was reminiscent of a blockbuster film!
"Who are they?"
Viola was a little worried.
Sylvan frowned, "I don't know."
"Why don't you leave first..." Viola said worriedly.
"Don't worry, no matter who it is, I won't let them hurt you," Sylvan grinned.
Viola pursed her red lips and looked at Sylvan's resolute face, feeling a sense of security in her heart for some reason.
Soon, the Bruno Group's bidding site was surrounded, and everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva, feeling extremely nervous.
At this moment, Begonia suddenly fanned the flames, "Viola Group has no future! If you want to leave, the Simon Group will always welcome you! Whether it is a group or a hospital, whatever job you want, Mr. Alaeic can arrange it for you!"
After hearing Begonia's words, some of the Viola Group employees who were initially shaken finally couldn't withstand the pressure in front of them. The black business fleet that looked like a black dragon was like the last straw that weighed on everyone's hearts.
"We're all just here to make a living. There is no need to risk your life for a president who only cares for her gigolo."
"How about... Let's go work in Mr. Alaeic's group from now on?"
With the first person taking the lead, the Viola Group employees at the scene suddenly ran to Ciaran's side like grass bending in the wind.
When Ciaran saw the scene in front of him, his mouth twisted into a smile. He pointed at Sylvan and laughed coldly, "Kid, do you see? This is the trend!"
Sylvan frowned, not even bothering to look at Ciaran in front of him, and just gave him two words, "Noisy."
"Let's see how long you can continue to be arrogant."
After saying that, Ciaran trotted to the black business fleet. He bowed with a flattering smile on his face, as if he was waiting for some big shot.
Whoosh!
After the dozens of black business cars came to a stop, they suddenly opened their doors as if under unified command.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, a large group of men in suits and sunglasses rushed out of the cars.
The entire hall was filled inside and outside.
Every man in black was tall and buff. If any one of them was picked out, ordinary people would feel intimidated just standing in front of them.
Their stature was not exaggerated to the point of one beating ten, but any one of them could easily handle three to five weak office workers.
Not to mention, there were hundreds of such big men in suits.
This overwhelming momentum made everyone present gulp. The reporters did not even dare to take out their microphones and cameras at this moment, for fear of being slapped to pieces by the big men in suits in front of them.
When the person in charge of the Bruno Group saw the license plates, he quickly rushed over to greet him.
"Mr. Victor, what brings you here?" the person in charge of the Bruno Group said with an awkward smile.
The middle-aged man leading the group gave him a look, and the person in charge immediately understood and quickly stepped aside.
The middle-aged man led a group of big men in black walked over with an extremely oppressive aura.
When the middle-aged man appeared, Viola's pretty face changed slightly.
Mr. Victor?
How could it be Mr. Victor?
Viola's father once told her that Mr. Victor was a famous boxer among the underground forces in Southlethaute back then. Ciaran actually called him over with a single phone call?
"Greetings, Mr. Victor! Thank you for coming all this way today!"
Ciaran hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face.
Viola felt bitter in her heart. She never expected Ciaran to know Mr. Victor.
Additionally, she didn't expect that Mr. Victor would bring so many people here.
"Sylvan, leave quickly!"
Viola pulled Sylvan over and whispered, determined to make him leave.
Sylvan looked relaxed. He looked at Viola and joked, "What will you do if I leave?"
"I don't have time to explain it to you! Just go!" Viola said anxiously.
"No," Sylvan grinned, looking extremely cheeky.
"You! Why are you so disobedient?" Viola pursed her red lips, almost raising her hand to spank Sylvan, "I am a woman, no matter what, they can't do anything to me in broad daylight, but you are different! If you continue to stay here, you will most likely be taken away by them!"
Viola had been the president of Viola Group for so many years, and she had never been afraid of competitors competing with her in business.
What she feared the most was foul play behind the scenes!
With Ciaran inviting Mr. Victor, the situation had taken a turn!
Mr. Victor's appearance will undoubtedly result in bloodshed!
Ciaran had a bright smile on his face, but he didn't expect that after Mr. Victor got out of the car, he didn't even look at him. He looked around as if he was looking for someone.
Mr. Victor's action made Ciaran Simon a little stunned. What was going on?
He cautiously approached Mr. Victor and said with a smile, "Mr. Victor, who are you looking for?"
Snap!
To his utter surprise, after Ciaran asked, what he received was a slap from Mr. Victor!
"Shut up!"
Mr. Victor snorted coldly. Ciaran was stunned by his slap. He covered his red and swollen cheeks with disbelief on his face.
He... Wasn't he the one who invited Mr. Victor here? Why did Mr. Victor slap him first as soon as he arrived?
Ciaran Simon couldn't figure it out, and everyone at the scene couldn't figure it out either.
How could someone who was invited hit the person who invited them?
This was absurd!
At this moment, Mr. Victor's eyes suddenly fell on Sylvan among the crowd.
When he saw Sylvan, he suddenly looked solemn and walked over quickly.
When Ciaran saw this, he was secretly happy. No matter why Mr. Victor slapped him, as long as he could help him deal with Sylvan, it was fine!
Ciaran didn't notice that his son Alaeic, who was behind him, looked as if he had eaten shit.
Mr. Victor...was Master Murtagh that Kieran talked about!
Why did his father have to call Master Murtagh over?
Alaeic stuttered as he spoke, "Dad...Dad..."
Ciaran didn't even look back. He slapped Alaeic with his backhand and whispered, "Don't talk. I managed to get Mr. Victor on board just to curry favor with the Bruno family. Don't make trouble."
Alaeic didn't care, he grabbed Ciaran's hand and tried to drag him away, "Dad! Let's... let's leave quickly!"
"Leave? Why are we leaving? I asked Mr. Victor to come here just to clean up this little..."
Before Ciaran could say the second half of the sentence, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth hung wide open with disbelief at the scene happening in front of him.
Mr. Victor walked up to Sylvan with a smile on his face and said respectfully, "Mr. Pembroke, I have nothing to do with Ciaran. The young lady just has something to discuss with you. I will handle the rest. Please rest with Madam on the side!"