The threat was self-evident, and it frightened a shareholder who was about to raise his hand so much that he dared not raise his hand anymore.
It was because Vincent was holding a bunch of photos in his hand, and they were all of their family members.
If they choose me, their families’ lives will be in danger.
"I'm sorry, Eleanor. We were forced into this situation. Please understand us."
I understand. I really understand their difficulties, so I won’t be angry.
"You're smart. In that case, you, Eleanor, will have nothing to do with the Kingston family from now on."
"So, are you going to walk out on your own? Or should I order someone to come in and carry you out?"
I sneered. Every bit of this place is almost the kingdom that I, Eleanor, built with my life.
How could I possibly leave this place and hand it over to others?
I pulled out a chair and sat down, lighting a cigarette.
"What if I don't leave? What can you do to me?"
Scarlett's lackey slammed the table and stood up.
"Who do you think you are? Do you still think you're the Eleanor who used to call the shots? Your time is over."