Isabella Weaver threw down the club, stood up slowly, her tone calm: "Next, let's talk about the company."
"What's there to talk about the company? I've already said everything that needs to be said, just get lost!"
"I've decided to merge Weaver Clan Group into Moonlight Jewelry. Issue a statement saying that the company will be inherited by me, your daughter!"
Christopher Weaver instantly flew into a rage, stood up suddenly, pointing at Isabella Weaver's nose and cursed: "You little bastard, get out! I've always said you're just like your mother, scheming to take my company! I'm telling you, no way! The company is my life's blood and sweat, don't even think about it!"
"I'm the little bastard? Then what are you?"
Cora Ginger casually chimed in: "Old bastard?"
