The eleven financial tycoons beaten to the brink of humiliation lifted their heads, only to see a fat man walk in.
Casare walked in slowly, with a smile on his face. "Everyone, how's the food treating you?"
"Ca… Casare!"
"What… what are you planning to do? What is Victor trying to pull off?" The Ronimo Chain Supermarket CEO, wearing glasses, glared and shouted.
Fat Casare's expression turned cold instantly. He walked over and stomped on the man's hand.
"Ah!!!!"
"When addressing the General, show some respect in your tone. See what happens when people get rich? They forget manners. Beat him."
Two men beside him, like wolves hunting prey, grabbed the CEO's hair and dragged him to a corner to "serve him a special meal." His blood-curdling screams echoed through the entire room.
"Inviting all of you here today, there's no hidden agenda. I just need you to sign these documents." Casare pulled out a contract from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it over.
