“If you’re leaving, then go. I won’t betray President Sinclair.”
Director Grant slammed the table and stood up.
Among all the shareholders, he was the only one whose loyalty never wavered.
He walked up to me and looked me in the eyes.
“Corbin, from the day I, Zayn Grant, decided to follow you, I swore I’d never betray you for life.”
Hearing this, I was deeply moved.
Even in my current state, Director Grant still hadn’t given up on me.
His loyalty was something I could see with my own eyes.
Landon clapped sarcastically, a mocking grin on his face.
“What a foolishly loyal dog. Corbin’s become a cripple and you’re still so loyal to him.”
“But, what’s loyalty worth, huh?!”
“Can he put food on your table? Let you stand tall and proud in high society?”
As soon as he finished, everyone joined in laughing.
“Corbin, look at yourself now. You're stuck in a wheelchair and useless. What’s the difference between you and a cripple?”
Landon pulled a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips.
A savvy shareholder immediately stepped forward and lit it for him.
He took a long puff, then blew the smoke directly into my face.