Cecilia's pov
Alpha Claude's face instantly darkened, as if a storm was brewing in his eyes. He slammed his fist on the table, and the delicate porcelain was almost shaken off.
His voice was low and oppressive, and Alpha's majesty was like substance: "Cecilia, you cannot be this greedy. Do you really think you are worth ten percent of the shares of the Blood Moon Tribe?"
I was unmoved, my eyes calm, as if I was watching a boring performance. I slowly leaned back into the wheelchair, my tone cold to the extreme: "I'll just treat you as a refusal." Pity. "
I sighed exaggeratedly, interpreting this "disappointment" just right.
"In that case, you might as well persuade your son to sign the divorce agreement early. I actually saved you 35 million. "
I showed a warm-free smile, the bl
