"Si Yuhuan wants to kill me for Jian Xi!" Si Junyan's face contorted with pain, his eyes reddening. "He's my own cousin! We share the same blood, yet he wants to kill me for outsiders like the Jian family!"
With a furious blow, Si Junyan slammed his fist on the table. His wound ripped open, bleeding profusely, but he seemed oblivious to the pain as he raised his voice and demanded, "So you're just going to dismiss me and let someone as heartless and ruthless as him retake the president's seat?"
"Don't forget, you were the ones who supported me for the president's position in the first place! With his vengeful nature, do you really think he'll let you off?"
The directors who had once supported Si Junyan were rendered speechless. Indeed! If Si Yuhuan returned to the president's position, wouldn't he take revenge on them? Compared to fluctuating stock prices, their own lives were far more important.
