"It's not up to you whether you want to or not." Mario snickered, his eyes glistened in contempt.
Unfazed by Mario's intimidation, Aryan took a leisurely sip of tea. Since he drank a little wine last night, he still has a headache that only green tea could soothe.
"Mario, do you still have the right to refuse? What about everyone?" he asked, looking around. "If any of you disagree, the door is open, and you are free to accompany him outside."
As he heard this, Mario put his hopes in the other directors, believing they'd stand up for him, but as he looked around, they were all shivering on their knees, and no one stood to help him!
"You calculated all this and intended to send me out, right? But no matter how far-sighted you are, Aryan, you're still naive. You don't have the right to send me out!" Mario bellowed with a hit on the table."