CHAPTER 916 STOP PLAYING TRICKS IN FRONT OF ME

“How dare you insult my family!" Tom bellowed, staring at Nathan scornfully. "You'll regret this!"

“We're not done for today yet. Let's not talk about the future," Nathan scoffed. "You stole the three hundred billion | entrusted with Johann Panz, and he killed himself out of guilt and embarrassment. How do you think we should settle that matter?"

"| was just following the terms of the contract!" Tom screeched, visibly panicking. "He gave us the money so that we could redirect the funds to charity! We didn't steal it!"

“Remember, boy, I'm a young master of the Barton Group! You'd better be careful, or else you'll meet your end just like Johann Panz!"

"Stop playing tricks with me!” Nathan bellowed, his face darkening. "Slap him!" Heeding to order, Colin stepped forward and swung his hand across Tom's face. The sound of his hand touching Tom's face echoed throughout the room.

Tom's cheeks swelled up immediately as blood seeped through his lips.

He glowered at Nathan as he continued to yell, "I'm the Third Young Master of the Barton Group, and you have no right to..." Slap!

Colin slapped him on the other cheek, turning it into a swollen, bloody mess as well. Yet, Tom refused to give up. "I'll kill your entire family!"

Slap!

Another slap from Colin made Tom's ears ring and his head heavy.

This time, his voice began to die down. "The Barton Group will find you..."Têxt belongs to .

Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Colin continued to slap Tom with every word that he uttered.

After a dozen slaps, Tom's head resembled more of a pig's head than that of a human. Blood streaked from his cracked, swollen lips.

There was not a single bit of resolve left in him after that whole ordeal, and he could only plead fortheir mercy. "I'm sorry... please don't slap me anymore... I'm really sorry!"

"What are you sorry for!" Nathan asked.

"| shouldn't have stolen the money from Johann Panz..." Tom replied weakly. "| also shouldn't have tried to take the research facility away from you, Mr. Cross..."

"Where are the funds?” Nathan continued.

"It's in the Barton Group's bank account, but | don't have the right to access it. You'll need to seek my father's permission," Tom answered, his voice trembling.

Nathan frowned at the sound of that.

"What now, Master?" Colin asked.

"It doesn't matter if the money is in their bank account or already oh I'll chase every las} gieglbitiba k! Nariraa ealé'coldiy. "The funds were my family's donations to charity, and I'll fight anyone who tries to steal them." Please read the original content at .

Grace stared at Nathan in awe.

At that moment, she was shocked at how nonchalant he acted towarals! | is Barton Grousas We Tas the fact that he forked out three hundred billion just for charity. Please read the original content at .

She gazed at him curiously as she wondered if there was more to him than what meets the eye.

"Drag this guy to Johann's wake and get him to kneel there for twenty-four hours while reflecting on his actions," Nathan ordered Coli ‘Send Gira

ths poliee tel tht for investigations, and tell them to retrieve the funds from the Barton Group." "Yes, Sir!" Colin answered, saluting. Tom almost fainted when he heard that Nathan was going to force him to kneel before Johann's body for a whole day. Please read the original content at .

How would the world react if they heard that the Third Young Master of the Barton Group was forced to kneel before someone's dead body? The Barton Group would be so humiliated by this!

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