The look in Henry Osborne's eyes was no longer dismissive as before, but rather, filled with fear: "Who exactly are you?!"
Casiano cast an indifferent glance at him. It seemed like he was running out of patience, and he coldly said: "You have one minute."
He pointed the knife in his hand at the contract, indicating that he should sign within one minute, or the consequences would depend on his mood.
When the knife tip scraped across the thin paper, it emitted a white light that flashed in Osborne's eyes, making him shudder.
He glanced fearfully at the man, then at the contract, his face full of indecision: "The Osborne Corporation is the hundred-year foundation of the Osborne family. If I sign this contract, I will become the sinner of the Osborne Corporation..."
Casiano, who had lost his patience, didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore. He raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it into his shoulder.
