"I'm not forcing you; the choice is yours, make it." Claude crossed his legs, looking disdainfully at Bart's illegitimate sons and daughters.
Even though Claude said he was giving them a choice, in reality, they only had one choice, which was to pay up to avoid disaster.
Bart would never allow his children to be criminals who have served time, and they would never let Claude have the chance to control such a large amount of company shares. If those shares fell into Claude's hands, then there wouldn't be any competition between them and Claude.
Bart's face had turned sour, unable to maintain any facade. Looking at his disappointing children, his hand under the table nearly left blood marks in his palm.
"You really know how to cause trouble for me. Solve this matter yourselves. If you can't, then get out of this house; I don't need you as my children," Bart said, pounding the dining table hard and glaring at Claude before turning and leaving without hesitation.
