Nathan Fawcett wasn't in a rush for the money anyway. He just wanted to watch Ryan Linden try to put on a brave face.
Ryan Linden stared at Nathan Fawcett. Though his expression was resolute, he was cursing Nathan a hundred times over in his head.
In the past, even if he'd misappropriated funds, the worst he'd get was a scolding from the Old Master, and that would be the end of it.
But ever since Nathan Fawcett took over, he could no longer dip into the company's funds whenever he pleased.
'The company wasn't even short on cash, so what was the big deal if he used some of it?'
'We're all family. Why does he have to police me for spending a little money? What a pain!'
Ryan Linden stewed in silence.
Nathan Fawcett said, "Everyone's here to witness this. I trust you won't try to back out of it then, will you, Second Brother?"
Nathan Fawcett exuded an aggressive aura.
He seemed polite on the surface, but his presence was suffocating.
