Chapter 142 An End

• The banquet hall fell into an eerie silence, as if everyone was attending their own funeral. Their faces were so solemn that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that some were already planning their own funerals. The more timid ones experienced a mental breakdown, collapsing to the ground and trembling uncontrollably.
• Zachary's eyes turned cold as he glared at Brian, who sat on the floor. Ultimately, he decided not to deliver the final blow and spoke calmly, "Go back and tell your father to meet me in three days. I need an explanation from him regarding this matter."
• "Fine!" Brian spat out through clenched teeth. He cradled his broken arm gingerly, shooting daggers at Zachary with bloodshot eyes. Each word he enunciated was slow and deliberate, "I'll convey every single word you said to my father. Can I leave now?"