His voice echoed through the offices. Workers were standing up and peeking out of their cubicles. They all wondered what had caused their

CEO's rage.

Tobias decided to brave Sheffield's anger. Seeing him, the personal assistant walked up to him quickly.

"Mr.Sheffield, it's time for the meeting with Mr. Milo. We should go now.”

“Alright. Give me a sec!" Sheffield smoothed his hair and went back to his office to fetch the documents.

After Sheffield refused to talk to Sexton's lawyer, the elder

Fitzgerald started legal procedures. A few days later, two clerks from the court house came to Sheffield's office hoping to resolve this.

Sheffield was quite nice to them.

"Thank you for coming here in person

Tell Sexton to go ahead with the lawsuit. My lawyer is ready. I'll see him in court."

The clerks wanted to get him to settle instead. One of them said, "Mr.

Sheffield, I suggest you not go to court if you can avoid it. Your company will get a bad rep. You assaulted Roscoe. He even included treatment papers into the court records. It says his injuries are of the seventh level. If it went to trial—"

Before the person could finish, Sheffield Laughed.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just think Sexton is so ridiculous. I know how badly he got beaten up. Seventh-level injuries? Does he think I'm an idiot? Did his kidneys shut down? Did I gouge his eyes out? If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital and see for yourself.

Roscoe's injuries are at maybe level 15. 10 at most. He must have forgotten that I used to be a doctor. Scratch that, you don't have to go there to figure it out. Seventh level, huh? No problem. I'll go to the hospital later and beat him to at least level seven, and then we'll go to court!"

The clerks' jaws dropped.

Sheffield thought for a moment and then continued, "No, that's not good enough. Tell Sexton I can arrange for first-level injuries if he wants.

Of course, he'll have to file an amended suit, but that's the price of efficiency. That way if he really wants his son hurt, I can arrange fo

The two people Looked at each other in astonishment and left.

When Sexton heard what Sheffield said, he slammed his hand on the table and yelled, "What a stubborn jerk! He'll never admit he was wrong! He thinks he can threaten my son and get away with it?"

When he calmed down, he arranged for more security guards at the door of his son's ward in case Sheffield would really beat his son to be disabled at Level seven.

At this moment, his assistant came into his office and reported, "Mr.

Sexton, Mr. Thompson of Theo Group wants to discuss the lawsuit over dinner."

“Which Mr. Thompson?"

“Peterson Thompson, sir.”