Chapter 60


    Chapter 60


    An icy gleam shed in Timothy’s eyes as he side-stepped the man in the suit, snapping, “I will not be


    following you anywhere!”


    Seeing this, the assistant rushed toward Timothy and barred his way once more. “Timothy, the


    chairman’s offer is a genuine one, which is why he wanted to see you personally today. We hope that


    you’ll give us a chance!”


    Timothy was ruthless as he let out a bark ofughter. “Then, tell the chairman that I have nothing to say


    to him! Also, I will never sell my product to yourpany, so if you know what’s good for you, stay


    away from me!” With that, he pushed the assistant aside and continued on his way.


    Meanwhile, Ss took in all this from where he sat in the backseat of the car. He was furious that the


    boy he had been waiting to see was treating his invitation with such disdain. I can’t believe the nerve of


    this punk!


    At that moment, Ss could no longer contain his rage as he pushed open the car door and got down


    from the vehicle. Then, he stormed up to Timothy and snapped angrily, “Timothy, it’s only been a few


    years, but it looks like you’ve developed quite the temper!”


    Upon hearing this, Timothy turned to register a seething Ss standing not too far away. He regarded


    the older man with the same disgust as one might a repulsive street rat.


    Presently, Ss crossed over to him in long, angry strides, sounding like a self-righteous ogre as he


    bellowed, “I was just thinking about how insolent two college kids could be to turn down an offer to


    coborate with me, but as it turns out, you were the one behind all this! Looks like you’ve grown a pair,


    haven’t you, Timothy? Do you actually think you can go head to head with me?”


    Scorn colored Timothy’s gaze when he heard this and he found this incredibly hrious. Glowering at


    Ss icily, he stood his ground and pointed out sarcastically, “Dear Mr. Reinhart, I think I’ve made it


    very clear from the beginning that I will not be selling my software and that’s the end of it! Why are you


    still pestering me like chewing gum stuck on a shoe? It’s one thing to be shameless, but you ought to


    consider how irritated the rest of us might feel.”


    “You-“Choking on fury at the insult, Ss felt his nerves dangerously close to popping, and he bit out


    belligerently, “You useless punk! Is this the way to talk to your father?!”


    A humorlessugh escaped Timothy as he drawled pointedly, “Don’t tter yourself. Tess and I never


    had a father and hearing the worde out of your mouth makes me want to retch!”


    Ss’ face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pan. I can’t believe this brat has the audacity to speak


    to me this way!


    Timothy had no intention to waste more time on this, for he still had groceries to grab. As such, he said


    in in and simple words, “Mr. Reinhart, this is all I’ll say for today: I will not sell my software to


    Reinhart Group even if it means certain death, so I suggest you give up on this futile effort of yours and


    leave me the hell alone!”


    The harsh words lingered in the air between them and he turned on his heels to march away from the


    fuming man.


    Rooted to the same spot, Ss watched with burning rage as Timothy retreated further away, and his


    face was grim as he muttered mutinously, “That’s not up to you!” He immediately barked at his


    assistantmandingly, “Go and bring that punk back here!”


    “Yes, sir,” the assistant replied, then hurried after the boy.


    Timothy’s legs were not strong enough to begin with, so there was no way he could have outrun the


    assistant, much less put up a fight. Within seconds, the assistant hauled the boy into the car


    unceremoniously.


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    “Hey, let me go! Let me go right now!” Timothy cried, outraged as he tried to break free. However, no


    matter how hard he tried and how much he shouted, his efforts of escape were to no avail.


    He red at Ss somberly and demanded, “What the hell do you want, Ss?”


    Ss eyed him triumphantly, taking pleasure in the boy’s hapless struggling as he scoffed. “What | want


    is simple enough: for you to hand over the rights to the software you and your buddy created. Reinhart


    Group needs it.”


    Initially, he had thought of upping the price by a smidge if the college kids still refused to sell the


    software for five million. That had been a possibility until he discovered that the software was created


    by none other than his own son. As things were, Ss could get his hands on the software without


    having to fork out a single penny!


    Children were born to obey their parents anyway, and it was only right for Timothy to hand over the


    software without objection. Ss grinned like the cat that ate the canary, seemingly proud of how clever


    he was in handling this.


    However, Timothy had figured out what the man thought, and with a defiantugh, he countered, “And


    if I refuse?”