Beckett's eyes were filled with rage. He stared intently at Ivan, but at this moment, a figure was slowly crawling towards Ivan.
Woof...woof...woof...
"Ezekiel! You..."
Upon seeing this scene, Beckett was heartbroken.
Back in the day when they had all started the Imperial Group together, they were full of pride and ambition.
Beckett could not forget how triumphant Ezekiel looked when he single-handedly secured deals with ten distributors.
But now, the harsh reality had bent his spine, completely shattering him.
"Hahaha..."
Ivan broke into a satisfied laugh, then he looked at Beckett and White Mitchell.
"See, this is your good brother, isn't it? Are you angry? Do you want to hit me?" Ivan looked amused, enjoying himself immensely.
Beckett gritted his teeth, his fists cracked with the intensity of his grip.
At this moment, the until now silent White Mitchell stepped forward and walked up to Ivan.