Chapter 393

In the sprawling complex of the Zimler Entertainment Group, within its comprehensive office

building, the hustle and bustle persisted.

Employees hurried back and forth. Each department diligently performed its duties, meticulously

preparing for Wanda’s concert. The entire building buzzed with activity, creating a lively

atmosphere.

No matter how one looked at it, it did not resemble a company about to be acquired. Clearly. Kelvin did not take Flynn’s earlier

threats seriously.

“Damn it, they're seeking death!”

Flynn scanned the lobby with anger on his face, then took the elevator upstairs. He forcefully

kicked open the door to the general manager’s office.

“Damn it, Kelvin! Do you think I’m joking? I gave you half an hour, and this is your decision?!”

As he said this, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

It was not just Kelvin in the room!

There was also Wanda, along with two stunning young women, no less charming than Wanda, if not more so. In addition, a

young man was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea, enjoying it

leisurely.

“Are these two women also artists from your company? And who is this man?” Flynn furrowed his brow, pointing at Alexander

and coldly snorting at Kelvin. “Contract matters are none of the outsiders’ business. Get them out!”

Outsiders?

With Alexander present, Kelvin was confident, not showing any weakness. He shook his head. slightly in response to Flynn.

“Mister Justo, whether we sign a contract or not, you have no authority to give orders here. Moreover, I may be the general

manager of Zimler Entertainment, but I’m not the real boss. The contract you brought, even if I sign it, is useless and lacks legal

validity.”

Oh?

Flynn squinted his eyes and suddenly burst into a ruthless laugh. “You're not the boss? Stop playing tricks! The Zimler

Entertainment Group's previous owner was Travis. Wanda’s lover bought it just to please her!”

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“As long as you and Wanda sign the contract, Zimler Entertainment is ours. Who cares about the boss? Just a lover, not Involved

in management!”

Lover...

Wanda and Amber looked simultaneously at Alexander, each with a different expression.

Amber, understanding the ins and outs of the situation, would not misunderstand. Wanda’s face blushed, biting her lip lightly,

staring fixedly at the side of Alexander’s face, her heart in a chaotic flurry!

“What nonsense... Kelvin’s heart skipped a beat as he dared not let Flynn continue. He quickly pointed at Alexander and angrily

reprimanded Flynn, “Shut your mouth, stop talking nonsense. This gentleman here is Mister Kane, the true owner of the Zimler

Entertainment Group!”

Mister Kane?

Flynn squinted, scrutinizing Alexander from head to toe, then sneered. “So, you're the lover of that little b*tch Wanda? Since

you're here too, perfect, sign the contract!”

“My boss said that after acquiring your group, Wanda will also sign along, kneading her legs and shoulders for my boss. My boss

will treat her well, hehe!”

As he spoke, he pulled out the contract and contemptuously threw it on the coffee table before Alexander.

Alexander shook his head and smiled.

Slowly placing the teacup in his hand down, he picked up the paper contract in front of him. He then tore it into shreds and

directly threw it into the nearby trash bin.

“How bold!” Flynn stared at him tearing up the contract, instantly furious. “Kane, dare you tear up my contract? I’ll break both

your arms...”

“Wait a moment.” Alexander raised a finger, gently swaying it, and then calmly said, “Even for an ant, I am willing to give you a

chance. You can now choose to retract your words, sincerely apologize to me and Miss Wanda, and I can let bygones be

bygones.”

“Remember, you have only one chance, once you make the wrong choice, there will be no opportunity for correction.”

Huh?

Flynn was initially stunned, then burst into laughter!

He worked under the Redwine family, always arrogant and domineering. He even possessed

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The person before him, Kane, dared to threaten him?

It was like an old man hanging himself, complaining that he lived too long!

“So, you want me to make a choice? Fine, I’ll show you my choice!” Flynn exerted force on both arms suddenly, and the muscles

on the surface were enveloped in turbulent white airflow, resembling indestructible steel columns, slamming onto Alexander’s

shoulders.

“This is my choice. You can say goodbye to your arms!”