Chapter 357 Trading Barbs
- “You old fossil, playing dead won’t save you. You’re signing today—like it or not. Don’t make me use force, or those brittle bones of yours might not make it.”
- “My dad’s right. Hand the shares to us—what’s so bad about that? We’re your kids. That brat’s an outsider.”
- Standing to the side, Quinton Faraday piled on, threatening, “I heard ripping off fingernails hurts like hell. You want a taste, old man?”