The crowd stepped aside to let Tyson Woods in, and he stalked in menacingly. He glanced at Wyatt and laughed.
“Yeah, we do. How about you give us a few million dollars for pocket change?”
“I was joking and you thought I was being serious? You dare come to me for money? Who do you think I am?” Wyatt narrowed his eyes at them. It was easier to negotiate if all they wanted was money. The others should know about his identity, so he doubted they would dare touch him with his new status as the CEO of York Enterprise.
“I don’t care who you are! If you don’t hand over the money, I’ll break your bones! You figure it out on your own,” Tyson growled, and kicked a coffee table which broke into half.
“Ah!” Cecilia let out a frightened shriek, her body trembling.
“Can it! Make another sound and I’ll tear your mouth apart!” Tyson glared at Cecilia icily.
Cecilia’s face instantly turned white and she quickly shut her mouth.
Wyatt had peed his pants after Tyson's display of brute force. Whatever position he had didn’t matter at this point as he kneeled, his head so low it almost touched the ground.
“This… Boss… I don’t have that much money on me right now… Tomorrow! I’ll bring you the money tomorrow, if it’s okay with you?”
Tears and snot were dripping down Wyatt’s face—he was close enough to lick Tyson’s shoes at this point.
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