If Sophie Sullivan heard this, she would definitely jump up and challenge Old Mr. Standford to a match.
Frank Mitchell's smile stiffened at the corner of his mouth. Since George Stanford was so unappreciative, Frank didn't need to show him any kindness either.
He clenched his fist and delivered a punch with powerful momentum, hitting George right in the face.
Feeling a sharp pain on his face, George immediately let out a painful, muffled groan.
Frank flicked off some cigarette ash, squinted his eyes, and said ominously, "Drink the toast or face the penalty."
George Stanford realized he had been implicated by the maniac.
"Listen," Frank straightened up, his gaze calm yet icy. "You will only make it out of here alive if you cooperate with me obediently; otherwise, I will personally send you to meet God."
George Stanford clenched his teeth and swallowed the blood in his oral cavity. "How do you want me to cooperate?"
"Very simple..."
