<b>Chapter </b><b>170 </b>
<b>This </b>powerful boss was as elusive as <b>a </b>shadow<b>, </b>constantly appearing and disappearing without a trace, yet he seemed <b>to </b>know everything about the <bpany</b>.
Alvin directly shifted his anger toward Bryson and eximed, “Not cooperating on this deal? Do <i>you </i>even <i>know </i>who you are talking <b>to</b><b>? </b><b>Do </b><b>you </b>know who <bm</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
At this point, Alvin was the perfect example of a nouveau riche, giving off a showy aura.
Bryson held a water cup in his hand, adopting the demeanor of an old–school official. His face bore a smile that did not reach his eyes as he said, “<b>My </b>boss is well aware of who you are–that’s precisely why he refuses to do business with you.”
Hearing this, I thought, ‘He doesn’t say much, but when he does, his words <b>cut </b>deep.’
Alvin was on the verge of losing control. His tone was sharp and menacing as he demanded, “Who is your boss? Does he no longer wish to operate <b>in </b>
Seastone?”
“Hmm, my boss said that even if he left Seastone, he still would not work with you,” Bryson stated. His words were not only smooth but alsoced <b>with </b>
venom<b>. </b>
Alvin’s face visibly darkened with anger, and he threatened, “Fine, fine, just you wait. And pass that message along to your so–called boss.”
“Alright. My boss also asked me to pass a message to you, Mr. Dolton–bring it on!” Bryson dered, his words sharp enough to make one cough up
blood.
The veins on Alvin’s forehead throbbed violently. I was genuinely worried he might throw a punch at Bryson’s ever–smiling face.
However, Alvin held himself back. After ring at Bryson for a few seconds, he turned to me and said, “Zoe, I know you have a soft heart and hate dragging others into your problems. If <i>you </ie with me today, none of this has to happen. But if you refuse, do not me me when thispany pays the price for your stubbornness.”
Since persuasion and persistence had failed, Alvin resorted to outright threats.
I had indeed grown up in the Dolton family, eating their food, but the resilience my parents instilled in me ran deep in <i>my </i>bones.
If I were the type to be easily intimidated, things between Alvin and me would not have reached this point. So, I replied, “Alvin, if you dare to go through with this, you will be trampling over thest shred of whatever we had left.”
“Damn it! You don’t even want me anymore—what the hell is left between us?” he cursed.
I had no desire to argue with him here, nor did I want my colleagues gossiping about it, so I directly issued an order to leave, “Mr. Dolton<b>, </b>you may go
now.”
Alvin lifted his hand slightly as if he wanted to strangle me or drag me away by force.
Bryson spoke up at the perfect moment. “Zoe, if you are not going to see him off, why don’t youe to my office? I have something to discuss with you.”
That was a well–timed suggestion–I wanted to talk to him too.
With that, I followed Bryson, ignoring Alvin, who looked as if he were ready to set the world on fire.
<b>“</b>Mr. Skinner<b>, </b>who exactly is the big boss? How did he know about today’s events?” I asked bluntly as soon as we entered Bryson’s office.
This person was not only mysterious but also seemed very protective of me. He refused to work with Alvin simply <b>because </b><b>he </b>knew who he <b>was</b>.
That alone made <b>me </b>think more deeply about the situation.
<b>“</b><b>I </b>told him<b>, </b>of course. How else would he know? He’s not omniscient,” Bryson replied, speaking with his usual yful tone.
<b>“</b>Then why did he terminate the deal? Does he know Alvin?” I continued questioning.
Bryson sat there grinding coffee beans, his well–shaped fingers contrasting against the
“Maybe. I am not entirely sure,” he said, shing a smile.
dark coffee machine. The scene was quite <b>pleasing </b>to the e
This man had a bright and masculine aura, yet his smile carried an unexpected touch of softness.
I pursed my lips and nced around Bryson’s office but found no clues about the big boss.
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