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Great Marshal/

Chapter - 182

Chapter - 182

The contractor asked in a frightened voice, “Ms. Castaneda, who is this man?”

“He’s, of course, the person in charge of this project, Zeke Williams,” Dawn stated matter-offactly.

What!?

The contractor’s pupils constricted.

This unassuming guy is actually the Zeke Williams who has been in the limelight recently?!

That lowly Cripple actually knows the person in charge of the project!

I’ve even made a fool of myself by using the name of Zeke Williams to intimidate him…

The contractor felt awful.

He somehow found it harder to breathe, either due to the fear or the concrete setting that was blocking his nostrils.

Dawn asked cautiously, “Zeke, what’s going on?”

Zeke took a deep breath. “This bastard bullied my best friend!”

“Oh, Zeke, you know Cripple,” Dawn said, intrigued. “I feel bad for him, you know, his daughter is sick and is hospitalized, so he has to work to make money for his daughter’s medical treatment. However, he himself is in poor health and very weak. He can’t bear such heavy physical work and has passed out several times in the past few days. I feel sorry for him, so I paid him two months’ salary in advance and asked him to go back to take care of his daughter, but he insisted on coming to work…”

Hudson said, baffled, “Ms. Castaneda, l-I didn’t get my salary.”

Dawn was stunned. “How is this possible? | personally asked the contractor to give you. Or maybe,”

She shot the contractor an angry look. “Hey, Fatty, did you f*cking do as I said?”

The contractor’s face went pale in fright. “Ms. Castaneda, I haven’t had time to arrange-“

Dawn was furious and rushed over to kick the contractor. “You’re f*cking animal! How dare you take his wages! Get out of here! We don’t want to have a scum like you working here!”

The contractor was dumbfounded. “You can’t fire me, Ms. Castaneda, I have to fend for my parents and child,”

Dawn scolded, “Is Cripple’s daughter not as precious as your child, eh? Get lost! How can there be such a cruel animal like you in the world?!”

“Kneel and kowtow a hundred times. Then, finish these two buns, and get out of here!”

The contractor was stunned.

The concrete on his body was about to set. He might be trapped in the concrete after kowtowing a hundred times!

Therefore, he pleaded, “Mr. Williams, I was wrong. Let me clean myself up first before I kowtow.”

“If you utter any more nonsense, you will kowtow another two hundred times!” Zeke warned him.

Terrified, the contractor immediately got on his knees and began to kowtow.

He might have a chance of surviving after a hundred kowtows, but with two hundred kowtows, he would definitely be completely trapped by the concrete.

Zeke said, “Dawn, keep an eye on him. Hudson and I will go see his daughter.”

Dawn nodded her head. “Don’t worry, Zeke, I won’t let this guy off if he tries to cheat.”

Zeke took Hudson to where he had left the breakfasts he bought from the Michelin-starred restaurant.

The breakfasts were initially for Lacey and Dawnie, but it now seemed that Hudson needed them even more.

He handed the breakfast to Hudson. “You haven’t eaten your breakfast yet, have you? Eat this.”

Hudson took it from him carefully, and said, “I-I want to bring it to my daughter, Zeke. She has never eaten anything so good.”

Zeke sighed. “It’s okay. You have them first. I’ll get you a new set later.”

“Don’t spend any more money,” Hudson hurriedly said. “I have brought my own breakfast.”

Then, Hudson took out a plastic bag from a corner.

Inside the plastic bag, there were instant noodles, some pastries, and biscuits.

Zeke noticed that the words ‘Blood Donation Goodies’ were printed on the plastic bag.

He grabbed Hudson by the arm and took a close look at his arm, only to find that his skinny arm was covered in puncture marks!

Obviously, this guy had sold his blood in exchange for these pastries he planned to give to his daughter.

He didn’t even rest after donating his blood, and had come to work at the construction site!

Even a man of steel couldn’t be able to cope with such a hard life.