America 1919-Chapter 454 - 177. Curtain falls (A ten-thousand-word chapter, repaying the debt~)_3

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Harry Sinclair’s hand holding the pistol was trembling somewhat, and his voice was trembling as well, "I don’t want to do anything, just want to talk with you!"

Donnie first heard Harry Sinclair’s voice, and then he moved his body, saw Harry Sinclair’s state, and the experienced Donnie Block knew that at this time Harry Sinclair had no courage to shoot.

So Donnie calmly sat back down on the couch, and said to William Mellon, who was still looking dumbly at Harry Sinclair under the gun.

"Sit down. With the look of someone without the guts, if Sinclair wanted to shoot, he would have done so already!"

Only then did William Mellon slowly, almost mechanically, turn his head, to see Donnie sitting on the couch, legs crossed, his hand with the pistol resting on his knee.

Donnie motioned to the couch and said to Harry Sinclair, "If you’ve got something to say, sit down and talk!"

Harry Sinclair sat on the couch like a zombie, then opened his mouth and said, "I’m not convinced, if I could have guessed your plan earlier, I wouldn’t have lost!"

Donnie nodded and said, "I admit your point, but as for the current situation, it’s already gone, the collapse of Sinclair Oil Corporation’s stock prices is destined, even God can’t help now!"

Veins bulged on Harry Sinclair’s forehead. Seeing Harry Sinclair like this, William Mellon glared at Donnie, "At this point, why are you still provoking him?"

Donnie ignored the implications in William Mellon’s gaze, actually by then Donnie was thoroughly sure that Harry Sinclair would not shoot.

The failure this time, although a heavy loss for him, was not to the extent he couldn’t accept; his wealth could still afford him a magnate’s lifestyle.

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For someone accustomed to luxury and able to continue enjoying it, death was undoubtedly the scariest thing.

After a few heavy breaths, Harry Sinclair managed to calm his raging emotions, "What will it take for you to let me go?"

Donnie leaned forward slightly, smiling as he said, "Sinclair, you should know that by now it’s not about whether I let you go or not, the market has already abandoned you!"

"I don’t accept this, I don’t!" Harry Sinclair suddenly became frantic, causing Donnie to grip his pistol tighter again. Certainty was certainty, but he still needed to be vigilant.

"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this right now. I would have stayed as the chairman of Sinclair Oil, and I could have made hundreds of millions of US dollars from the Teapot Dome oil field. It’s all because of you, because of your insatiable greed, wanting the oil wells around our field, that made me move against you!

You’re just a hick from Atlantic City, by what right do you compete with me, by what right dare you disrespect me!"

Donnie looked calmly at the maniacal Harry Sinclair, not interrupting his venting, but after he finished, calmly said.

"Your arrogance has made you what you are now, that matter is over. If you truly are as noble as you say, you shouldn’t be in this condition, it is a very impolite attitude!"

Wow!!!!!

Harry Sinclair suddenly cried out loud, tears dropping like they cost nothing, as he squatted on the couch, "I don’t want to lose Sinclair Oil, and I don’t want to end up like this!"

William Mellon glared at Donnie again, walked over to Harry Sinclair, cautiously checked the pistol in his hands, before offering words of comfort.

"Harry, don’t be like this, I understand your current feelings, but you should also buck up. The situation now is just temporary, I believe you must already know from your stockbroker that the US oil stocks are definitely potential stocks among potential stocks. Although you’ve lost your position as chairman of Sinclair Oil, you still hold stocks in Sinclair Oil Corporation, trust that when Sinclair Oil’s stock prices rebound, your wealth will return!"

"Is that true?" Harry Sinclair asked William Mellon full of hope.

William Mellon nodded affirmatively, "Of course, and you should trust that in the future, there’s still hope for you to return as the chairman of Sinclair Oil."

Harry Sinclair, like finding the only light in darkness, excitedly grabbed William Mellon’s hands, "Really, can I?"

"Of course!" William Mellon said persuasively, then attempted to take the pistol from Harry Sinclair’s hand...

Harry Sinclair, with a mix of emotions, unconsciously let go of the pistol.

When William Mellon took hold of the pistol completely, the smile on his face vanished in an instant, and with the pistol in hand, he raised it high, slamming the butt of the gun violently against Harry Sinclair’s head.

"Damn you, fuck you, fuck you, I’ve never been pointed at the head with a gun in my life!"

Harry Sinclair’s glimmer of light turned into a burning grenade, and before he could react, was slammed to the ground by the blow from William Mellon’s gun butt, and an unsatisfied William Mellon savagely kicked him while leaping in the air!

Seeing this, Donnie quickly stood up and pulled the enraged William Mellon away.

"Why are you so impulsive?"

Donnie complained.

"You scared the hell out of me!" William Mellon finished all of the year’s swear words in one day!

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