Colin wore a stiff expression, and his gaze remained fixed on the conference table. He did not look up as he was too afraid to meet anyone’s eyes.
Under tremendous pressure, huge beads of sweat were seeping out of Colin’s forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. His throat moved and his lips quivered. Though slow, he remained firm as he said, “I said I agree with the motion Mr. Laine made.”
Boom!
Conrad smacked the conference table, no longer able to hold back the fury that tore through his heart. Amidst the thunderous boom, the frame of his expensive gold-rimmed glasses twisted and the lenses shattered in his hand. It tore the flesh of his hand, covering it in blood. The entire time, Conrad was unblinking.
“Do you have a death wish, Colin Walter?”
Conrad was so agitated that his voice changed. The sharp hiss made his voice sound particularly grating to the ears and especially terrifying.
Conrad stared fixedly at Colin, his gaze almost turning into two blades that threatened to slice Colin alive.
“Well, aren’t you really powerful?” Henry said sarcastically while leaning back in the office chair, looking at Conrad with a fascinated gaze as if he was staring at a monkey performing a show.
“We’re having a meeting, what’s with the rotten behavior? If you interrupt the meeting, then I will have no choice but to step in and take action.
“He has said it twice that he agrees with the motion. Do you not understand human language?”
Mitch stared at Henry with a sullen expression and sulked. “Can you shut up, Henry? What does this meeting have anything to do with you?”
“You want me to shut up?
“Who the f*ck do you think you are?
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