"I don't care about you! Five billion. I'll give you a week to transfer the money to The Griffith Group in Metropolis. Otherwise..."
Ada raised her finger again.
The pain rushed straight to his brain this time.
"Don't doubt my strength! And my methods!" Bruce Griffith left him a sinister smile and left The Moreau family with his entourage.
"Grandpa, how are we going to raise this five billion?" Liam Moreau asked softly.
The old man, Oswald Moreau, raised his walking stick again and lashed out at Lucas Moreau without sparing any effort.
"Father..."
Frederick Moreau and his wife, Ava Taylor, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, each grabbed one of the old man's arms. "Don't hit him anymore. If you do, he'll die!"
"Better dead. Dead is better! You prodigal son! You prodigal son!
