A dying cobra

Realizing from his harsh gaze that Jason was serious about his suggestion, Mr. Taylor’s brows furrowed as his patients for their conversations depleted, and he said, “I think you have overstayed your welcome. So how about you leave?”

His abrupt request and the coldness in his tone made Jason frown deeply, his eyes darkening even more as he asked, “And why should I?”

“For about the twenty minutes of you walking into this mansion and us getting to this point in our discussion, I forgot that NewEra is a dying company, and along with it, the Briggs power and reputation is a thing in the past. But now that I gave realize that I don’t need to take orders from a scum.” Mr. Taylor spat with disgust.

Silent by those words, Jason watched him as he continued, “Even though I hate that bastard of a son from your brother to the bones, getting involved with your family was what got my company and me in this state in the first place, so I refuse this proposal of yours, and I need you to get off my se