Not A Cent Less

An old man walked with a crutch. When he came in, everyone in the room put on a serious face, and Elvis became more relieved.

The old man walked up to Elvis and turned to look at Bryson coldly.

The old man's gaze was sharp, and he emitted a terrifying aura.

"Bryson, the Cordova Group was founded by me, your grandfather, and my younger brother. It is not your company alone. You were not even born when the Cordova Group was established!"

The old man's words were filled with arrogance.

Bryson looked at the old man with a straight face.

"Mr. Cordova, we are in a meeting. You should leave now!" Bryson said in a commanding tone.

The old man became angry. He raised his cane and swept all the objects on the table to the ground. It was a complete mess.

Everyone in the meeting room suddenly became tense.

The old man pointed at Bryson's face with his cane.