Ace Randall felt like death was preferable after ending the call.
"Mr. Logan, what's wrong? Isn't your father the vice mayor..." Nola O'Connor whispered, her voice trembling.
Ace glared at Nola, murderous rage filling his eyes. He wished he could slaughter her right where she stood.
"Clean this woman up and throw her back to the O'Connor family!" Ace commanded coldly.
"Yes, Mr. Logan." Several men stepped forward immediately, grabbing Nola and dragging her toward the waiting car.
Meanwhile, the Hill family's market share continued its downward spiral, with capital reflux hitting major obstacles.
"Mr. Hill, our cash flow situation has become critical," Carter Hill's secretary reported with a heavy sigh.
Carter stood silently by the window, his expression stone-cold.
After a lengthy pause, he finally spoke. "It's fine. The loan I applied for should be approved soon."
"But...our market share keeps dropping," the secretary reminded him gloomily.
