Right now, President Lloyd really doesn’t dare think about anything else; he only hopes that today’s events won’t cost his family’s company, and he’ll be profoundly grateful if that’s the case.
After he spent a long time begging quietly, Damian Sinclair finally spoke, "I’m not interested in Aurelian Media."
Upon hearing this, President Lloyd secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, he hadn’t completely relaxed when Damian continued, "But you’re aware of what you did, do you need me to teach you how to proceed next?"
The assistant beside him tossed a small fruit knife onto the coffee table in front of President Lloyd, giving him a cold glance. Daring to mess with the Boss’s woman, just making him unable to be a man in the future is already considered light.
Seeing the fruit knife thrown near his leg, President Lloyd trembled twice, and looked pleadingly at the expressionless man, "President... President Sinclair, I know I was wrong. Could you spare me this time? I... I don’t have any children yet, I don’t want... I don’t want my line to end."
Damian Sinclair sat on the sofa, legs crossed, fingers slightly interlaced on his knee. Upon hearing this, he gave President Lloyd a cold glance. He didn’t speak, but it scared President Lloyd into another shiver.
The assistant beside him then spoke timely, "Even a three-year-old should take responsibility for their actions. President Lloyd, are you not even as good as a three-year-old child?"
"I..." President Lloyd wanted to loudly roar at the assistant, of course I understand that kind of reasoning. But damn it, this isn’t just about being beaten; it’s about my lineage ending!
President Lloyd was both angry and resentful, yet the man in front of him was someone he absolutely couldn’t oppose. In his heart, he regretted wanting to grab Vivian Norris, that b****, and throw her in front of Damian Sinclair, to say everything was instigated by that b****, not him.
But he also knew that pulling Vivian Norris out now would only make Damian Sinclair see him as cowardly, and it’s impossible he would let him go lightly.
President Lloyd gritted his teeth in hatred, yet was helpless, could only plead, "President Sinclair, it was my lack of judgment, could you spare me this time? I won’t dare anymore, and... and Ms. Acker needs to act, some things inconvenient for you to come forward with, you can instruct me to handle. As long as you spare me this time, I’ll repay you as an ox or horse. President Sinclair, I beg you."
"Do I need you to handle things for me?" Damian Sinclair finally spoke, but his tone was as cold as a blade, cutting into President Lloyd’s forehead, scaring him so much he didn’t dare take a breath.
"President Sinclair, I... I don’t mean it that way, I mean to say you’re busy, I can dedicate myself to attending to Ms. Acker, ensuring her path is smooth and worry-free." President Lloyd, for the sake of his own future, gritted his teeth fiercely, "President Sinclair, if I don’t perform well by then, it wouldn’t be too late to deal with me or Aurelian Media."
The assistant suddenly rushed forward, grabbed President Lloyd’s arm, pinning it behind his back, simultaneously kneeing him, pressing his entire upper body and head down to the ground, and then said, "Are you negotiating terms with the Boss?"
"Ah! Pain! Pain! Pain!" President Lloyd, greatly frightened, his chubby face pressed into the floor, quickly explained with a crooked mouth, "President Sinclair, I... I didn’t mean that, please... please discern clearly!"
Damian Sinclair lightly flicked his finger, and the assistant immediately released his hold.
Regaining his freedom, President Lloyd knelt formally on the ground, feeling the oncoming aura, he didn’t dare lift his head.