CHAPTER THIRTY
EDWARD'S POV
Mr. Mich's nonsensical statement, pushed my eyes to give him an angry scrutiny. Starting from his shiny head which I noticed was still at its perfect position, and had not, as I would have assumed, fallen to the floor.
If his head still sat perfectly on his chubby neck, why then did he have to spurt out such idiotic words? Was he insane? Did I look so much like an inanimate object, that he could overlook my feelings and try to impose his planned-out idea on me? My hands shook furiously. They were itching to slap the words back into his vocal cords.
I maintained a rude stare. If looks could kill, Mr Mich would have surely been six feet below already. How could he think of such a ridiculous exchange? How could he? I fumed in great anger. To hell with the shares. He could take them and buy a husband for his whorey daughter.
