Howe Westbrook clenched his fists tightly, desperately suppressing himself, staring angrily at the man who had no intention of stopping his subordinates, as he barely moved his lips, "President Lawrence, what do you mean by this, are you really set on going against me?"
"President Lawrence shouldn't need to get involved in this mess, right? Whether it's me or my brother handling family affairs, there won't be fewer places where the Westbrook Family and the Lawrence Family can collaborate. Did my dear brother promise you something? No worries, I can promise you the same benefits. No, I can add thirty percent more to whatever terms he gave you!"
There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Baron Lawrence wouldn't come all this way with such fanfare unless Lyle Westbrook had promised something!
"You can't add anything more." Baron Lawrence toyed with the dagger in his hand, suddenly raised his hand, and the dagger shot straight in Howe Westbrook's direction—
