"Fine. Let''s have a discussion, then." With a t expression, Landon instructed, "Jordan, get the


    document."


    "Sure, Mr. Landon." Jordan grabbed the share transfer agreement from his bag and handed it to


    Preston. "Mr. Preston, please sign the agreement."


    ring at the writing, Preston could no longer humble himself. Punching the ground, he growled,


    "Landon Harper, you''re looting a burning house! This is daylight robbery!"


    "Yes. So what?" A grin yed on Landon''s lips, but his eyes remained impassive. The duality of him


    sent a chill down Preston''s spine.


    Landon added, "This is nothingpared to what you''ve done to Lauren. Anyway, I''ll try my best to


    catch up to you. The younger generation has to do better, don''t you think?"


    Preston scowled, and the corners of his lips twitched. He could not possibly sign the agreement, as that


    would mean aplete separation from the Harper Group. Without any shares to his name, he would


    not stand a chance of making aeback. It was a fate worse than death!


    "Landon Harper, you''re not a gang leader anymore. You''re the president of Harper Group, yet you


    break thew. Do you want to lose your preside—"


    When Preston was speaking, he noticed the glimmer of a de in his face. Landon grabbed the knife


    from Angelina and cut off Preston''s right arm without hesitation.


    Preston''s agonizing scream filled the air, but Angelina, Jordan, and the rest of Landon''s subordinates


    merely watched on without shock.


    This version of Landon was the one they knew better—a man of action who did not speak much.


    Falling in love with Lauren transformed him into a human being with feelings and emotions. However,


    Preston had brought out the devil in Landon once more.


    Landon signed the agreement using Preston''s blood. Then, he tossed the severed arm away with


    disdain. "I got your signature now. Uncle Preston, thanks for your generosity. I will soon be one of the


    largest shareholders of Harper Group, just second to Grandpa.


    "I spared your left hand for wiping your ass when you use the bathroom."


    With that, Landon gracefully entered his Bentley. Angelina and the others retreated, leaving silently like


    how they had arrived.


    They left Preston struggling for life on the ground. He gripped his severed arm tightly and hissed,


    "Landon Harper, just wait and see... I''ll make you pay double for what you put me through today!1 After


    Preston was taken to the hospital, two men showed up at the underground parking of The Millennium


    with buckets and mops to clean up the mess. They did their work speedily, and soon, there was no


    trace of a fight ever happening there.


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    Back in the security control room, Amber''s fingers trembled as she watched the security footage she


    had edited. She had edited Landon out of the footage.


    Suddenly, she heard a rhythmic knock on the door. She hurriedly shut herptop and answered the


    door.


    "Ms. Altman, I''ve cleaned the scene per your orders." A good-looking security guard stood at the door.


    He addressed her with much respect.


    After checking the surroundings, Amber quickly pulled him into the room and locked the door behind


    her.


    She began, "Thank you. You''ve been through a lot. I know this is risky, but do not worry. If anything


    happens, I''ll take the me. I guarantee that you will not be implicated."


    The security guard furrowed his brows. "Don''t mention it. I would have died two years ago being beaten


    by Mr. Schmidt had you not put in a good word to save me. I owe you one—I can do anything for you!"


    Feeling touched, she beamed at him. "Still, thank you. Loyalty andradeship are hard toe by at


    The Millennium."


    Blushing, the man suddenly looked worried. "But Ms. Altman, why would you take the huge risk to lend


    Landon Harper a hand? Is it worth the risk?"


    "Good question. I have no idea. All I know is that I''m listening to my heart." A wry expression crossed


    her face.


    He carefully prodded, "Do you... have a crush on Mr. Landon?"


    "Pfft. You have great imagination." She snorted, yet her cheeks reddened. Casting a casual nce at


    the ck windbreaker on the coatstand, she remarked, "Perhaps I''ve lived too long in the dark. It


    makes me yearn for light."