"Huazhong is my life's work of several decades; taking the shares was enough, but your greed has no bounds, wanting me to step down? Jiang Muwan, you're delusional. Only over my dead body," the old man gritted his teeth as he spoke, his vicious demeanor seeming as if he would rather see Jiang Muwan reduced to ashes.
Jiang Muwan, her stare fixed on the old man and slightly tinged with coldness, let out a shallow laugh from her throat, "Do you think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Jiang Muwan reached out, slowly pulling out a fruit knife from under the coffee table in the rest area, drew the knife, tossed the sheath onto the table, and the sharp edge of the knife slowly scraped across the glass surface, emitting a grating noise.
