"There are so many ways to catch a rat, Nathan," Carey said in a victorious voice.
Seeing him like this, Nathan became full of anger. Nathan was glaring at him before attempting to snatch the phone from Carey's hands.
"Oh, you want to watch them? Haven't you had enough of them?" Carey sarcastically asked as he got up from beside Nathan, walked to his desk, and powered on the laptop.
He turned the screen of the laptop towards Nathan, who was looking down in shame and anger. His fists were folded, and he had a stiff and tensed composure.
"Wait! You can't look at them, can you? Such a shame because you've been making money off this. You have no conscious at all. You even got your son into this. Fuck! Even a witch spares her kids," Carey said while looking at Nathan with mock.
Nathan gritted his teeth. He was trying hard to calm down, but that was easier said than done. Slowly, he looked up at him, his eyes as red as a beetroot.