When on earth did the old man hand over the financial reins to Percival?
He didn't even give him a heads-up!
The old man's favoritism for him was shooting through the roof!
After pouring his life into the company for so many years, he was still nothing compared to his father's grandson.
He just handed over the financial reins like it was nothing?!
"Do you want to see the Ellington Group go down the drain?!" Ryan gritted his teeth.
While standing next to Vivienne, Percival shot him a nonchalant glance. "If you want to end this farce, you must apologize to Vivienne."
He, a grown man, apologize to this little brat?!
Ryan found it utterly ridiculous. "Percival, don't push it. Just because the old man dotes on you doesn't mean you can command me…"
But before he could finish, Vivienne raised her hand, and a silver needle struck Ryan's throat.
"Ah…" Ryan opened his mouth in shock, but nothing coherent came out.
"If you're not willing to apologize, then your mouth is of no use." Vivienne's indifferent gaze swept over him, sending chills down his spine.
She didn't care about Ryan's apology.
But for Percival's sake, she'd rather not trouble herself over something that could be resolved with an apology.
However, if the other party was ungrateful, she saw no need to show them any mercy.
"What did you do to my dad?!" After seeing his father's face contort in pain, Paul couldn't help but rush forward. He tried to grab Vivienne.
But before his hand could reach Vivienne, Percival raised his own and broke his arm.
"Ahhhh!!"
Percival was very skilled. The pain shooting through Paul’s arm was a hundred times worse than a broken jaw.
Paul felt as if millions of ants were crawling over him. The agony was almost unbearable.
"No! No!" In the blink of an eye, her husband and son were both writhing in pain on the floor. Cathy fell to her knees in a panic. "I'll apologize! I'll apologize! Please spare them! Paul and Ryan were just misguided. They meant no harm!"
However, no matter what Cathy said, it was as if Vivienne were staring at her like an ant, completely ignoring her pleas.
Vivienne looked down at her. "I've never been an overly kind person."
She couldn't be bothered to waste her gaze on her any longer and turned to signal Percival to take her home.
Percival cared about nothing but Vivienne. Naturally, he'd listen to whatever she said.
"Vivienne, Percival, let's go." Leopold escorted Vivienne and Percival out.
The remaining disciples glanced at the people in the room. "Remember to take a detour when you see our Vivienne in the future." They spoke in unison, with voices as cold as ice.
Jerry looked at Ryan. He was kneeling on the ground and drooling uncontrollably. "Vivienne is still too kind-hearted." Jerry said as he cracked his knuckles.
"Indeed." Daniel and Donald echoed coldly; their eyes were gleaming with anticipation. "Just sealing your throat is too light a punishment."
Eric raised his eyes, as if he were assessing something. "I'm short a few lab rats in my lab, perhaps…"
When Vivienne was operating on Richard, he had just finished operating on Thomas.
He then received a call that someone was picking on Vivienne.
He immediately rushed to her side.
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