Olive Campbell was taken aback.
The object in Dylan Collins's hand suddenly fell to the ground. His dark ink-like eyes seemed like black vortexes that could suck in the soul of a person. Seeing the cup smashing onto the floor, Olive Campbell quickly said, "Dylan...."
Dylan Collins raised his head, "You don't deserve to talk about my mother. Have you ever asked your dad why my father died? Why I can't tolerate you staying in Collins Group? You brought it on yourselves. It has nothing to do with me. Now, there is no way back. As long as I am alive, you can't set foot inside Collins Group."
Noah Collins was momentarily caught off guard, he had not expected Dylan Collins to respond this way.
Logan Collins had already agreed, yet he dared to defy him?
"What do you mean, Dylan Collins? Grandfather already agreed, but you don't? What gives a dancer's son the right to dictate here?"
"A dancer's son, who drove your entire family out of Cangkat Kingdom. You must be very proud."
