"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Dylan Davenport's eyes were bloodshot, and a flicker of panic finally appeared in their murky depths.
"Uncle Hale, don't be in such a hurry. There are more surprises to come."
Alaric Davenport remarked coolly.
"This contract is a fake?" Dylan Davenport burst into a fit of crazed laughter, tearing the document to shreds.
At this, Alaric Davenport's bodyguards immediately closed in, afraid Dylan Davenport might snap and do something rash.
Dylan Davenport had just finished tearing up the contract when he received a phone call. A moment later, he smashed his phone to the ground.
"Where is that woman, Yasmine Kimball?"
Alaric Davenport raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "And what would be the point of telling you where she is?"
Dylan Davenport threw open his jacket, pulled out a handgun, and fired a shot in Alaric Davenport's direction.
