"How dare you insult my family!" Tom bellowed, staring at Nathan scornfully. "You'll regret this!"
"We're not done for today yet. Let's not talk about the future," Nathan scoffed. "You stole the three hundred billion I entrusted with Johann Panz, and he killed himself out of guilt and embarrassment. How do you think we should settle that matter?"
"I was just following the terms of the contract!" Tom screeched, visibly panicking. "He gave us the money so that we could redirect the funds to charity! We didn't steal it!"
"Remember, boy, I'm a young master of the Barton Group! You'd better be careful, or else you'll meet your end just like Johann Panz!"
"Stop playing tricks with me!” Nathan bellowed, his face darkening. "Slap him!"
Heeding to order, Colin stepped forward and swung his hand across Tom's face.
The sound of his hand touching Tom's face echoed throughout the room.
Tom's cheeks swelled up immediately as blood seeped through his lips.
He glowered at Nathan as he continued to yell, "I'm the Third Young Master of the Barton Group, and you have no right to..."
Slap!
Colin slapped him on the other cheek, turning it into a swollen, bloody mess as well.
Yet, Tom refused to give up. "I'll kill your entire family!"
Slap!
Another slap from Colin made Tom's ears ring and his head heavy.
This time, his voice began to die down. "The Barton Group will find you..."
Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
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