The short old man had a dismayed look on his face, looking as though he would rather be dead than
alive. Decades of hard, bitter work had been destroyed in that instance, it was tantamount to shattering
all his dreams
and courage. He lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling. Only desperate, incoherent mutterings
remained
in his mouth. It wasnât anything being said in English either, but Japanese. Alex took a few steps
forward and grabbed the short old man. âWaltz, Iâll be taking away this guy to ask a few
questions.
Iâll leave you to handle the rest of the matter here! If anyone dares to oppose you being the CEO,
just kill them!â He waved his hand, and the Stake of Exorcism that had embedded into the wall earlier
came back to the palm
of his hand with a whoosh. Until this moment, only did many people come to their senses and realize
that Alex was the one who shattered
the mysterious black knife controlled by the short old man and turned the tables. Otherwise, the owner
of
Thousand Miles really would have changed hands today. Alex took the short old man and left the inner
hall. During this time, he didnât even bother sparing Frank a
glance at all. Originally, the reason he had planted the parasitic disease in Frank at the time was for the
convenience of
Thousand Miles to annex Valtameri Co. Now, it had been done early and Valtameri Group only had a
few
insignificant business left in California that Thousand Miles wouldnât take even if they were offered. So,
Alex
wasnât concerned whether Frank was alive or dead at all.
However, this Master Miyagi had slightly caught his interest. ***
In the inner hall, Jerry was relieved again as his life was once again assured without the mysterious
black knife
at his neck. He hurriedly got off the ground. However, everyoneâs eyes in the room looked at him with
unkind intention. âWhat? Why are all of you looking at me like that?â Jerry shouted angrily, and five to
six people stood up. Zane Zeigler rushed over. âJerry Jackson, you damn son of a b*tch, how dare you
kidnap my daughter? Hurry
up and let her go.â
Jerry pushed him away. âWhat is with your crazy shouting? Your daughter is not dead yet!â Having said
that, he turned to Waltz and forced a smile on his face and said, âCough, cough. Waltz, Uncle
thought about it carefully just now. Itâs more appropriate for you to be the CEO of Thousand Miles
Conglomerate. Iâm already old, and my mind is not as sharp as it used to be. I hope you wonât be
offended
about the matter just now and let it go.
From now on, this old man will do his best to support you, and become
your right hand and legs.â He could still read the situation. If he were to get entangled in the position of
CEO right now, he would have been befuddled and lose his
conscience, and that would be equivalent to digging his own grave!
So, he quickly changed his attitude.
However, Waltz sneered, âMy right hand and legs? Are you even qualified to do so?â
Jerry was taken aback for a moment and said, âWaltz, no matter how it is, Iâm still a veteran
shareholder of
Thousand Miles Conglomerate, holding a 7% equity share in handsâ¦â Before he could finish speaking,
Waltz interrupted him, âJerry Jackson, I think youâre really going senile. Where do you have 7% share
of Thousand Miles? Youâve just sold your equity, have you forgotten? Look,
the money for the sale of shares is still right in front of you!â What she meant was the one dollar coin.
Jerry laughed forcefully as he said,
âWaltz, stop joking. How could this be counted?â Waltz took the contract that Jerry had signed and
waved it. âYou signed this document with your own
signature, of course it is counted as a valid document.â Then, she took out the copies that Fabio and
the others had signed and flung them out, scattering them on the
table.
âDear directors, take back these contracts that youâve signed. Youâre free to deal with it however you
see fit,â Waltz said in a calm voice. As soon as she said that, the other directors hurriedly looked for
their own contract eagerly. Immediately
afterwards, the sounds of paper tearing could be heard.
Within minutes, all the contracts had been torn to pieces. Fabio looked around and couldnât find his
own contract, and anxiously looked towards Waltz, âWaltz, is that
contract mine?â
Waltz nodded her head. âItâs yours. But, I have no intentions of returning it to you.