Mr. Farouk's hands suddenly clenched as he glared at Valentino, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "I provided Wanguo Group—"
He had not finished his sentence when he was interrupted.
"Don't be foolish, my brother. They came to the Valianjing Family first before finding you," Valentino shook his head, his expression pitying. "Your relationship with them is merely that of a customer and a salesman. They would never offend the entire Valianjing Family for you. It's best if you accept my plan."
Although he was the next Clan Leader appointed by the Valianjing Family, he had to admit, in terms of blacksmithing talent, he truly fell short of Mr. Farouk.
But who made him nobly born, naturally inheriting the position of Clan Leader?
Even a genius like Mr. Farouk was only destined to work for him.
But now, Valentino was no longer satisfied with this.
