"If you can't do it, give yourself a castration." Wilson said very seriously without hesitation. "As a man, you can't break your word!"
"Then please continue to serve as the president of Yeats Group." Will said with a joking smile on his face.
Wilson was stunned.
What?
He looked confused, "What do you mean?"
Will took out his mobile phone and played the voice recorded last night.
"Wilson do you want Sarah to suffer?"
"No."
"Do you want her to be tired?"
"No."
"Then how about you keep the Yeats Group in your hands?"
"Okay!"
The moment when the recording ended,
Wilson felt a thunderbolt on his head.
"When did this happen? Why don't I remember anything?" Wilson asked himself in his mind.
"Pumpkin." Wilson wanted to cry, and his liking for Will fell rapidly. "Let me get you a new boyfriend. He's too cunning!"
He couldn't believe Will screwed him over.