Ethan sneered again, "I can bring glory back to Century Group, and I can also shut it down! Your shares aren't worth a cent."
Matthew was struck dumb. "W-What do you want then?" He reached out his hands, then drew them back. "As long as you can give it to me, I'll do whatever you tell me to do."
"Please! Give it to me." Matthew begged.
Ethan looked at the small bottle in his hand. It was repeatedly thrown up, then fell down in his palm. Matthew's eyes looked up and down, following it.
The small bottle was the most fragile thing around this world in his eyes now. It seemed if it fell and broke on the floor, his life would be ruined.
Just a few minutes passed by, but Matthew had suffered like a century-long.
The chairman's office fell into weird silence.
Matthew could manage to tolerate it when he failed to get a magical pill. However, the magical pill was right in front of his eyes now, and he totally lost control of himself.
