It's Olivia Jenkins' voice!
The old man pursed his lips, frowned in displeasure, his eyes darkening, his sullen face crossed by a flash of cold sharpness.
Michael Marshall sneered sarcastically, "Dad, the wolf you've brought in is more formidable than Bella Thompson. Do you regret it? You're speechless, aren't you? Are you about to sacrifice the Marshall Corporation? Are you going to give away everything of the Marshall Family?"
The old man slowly lifted his gaze, his unpredictable eyes staring at his son. "How did you get this recording?"
"That's not important, now, do you still believe that vile woman? Do you still want to cover for her?"
The old man's gaze was like a freezing, knife-edged glare. "Are you so concerned about my opinion? You hope I join you in driving Olivia Jenkins out from the Marshall family, even pushing them towards a divorce?"
