Chapter 368

"You sick bastard!" Benjamin Adams was shaking all over, his breath ragged as he snapped, "Over my dead body!" He shouted at the trembling girls nearby, his voice hoarse and furious, "Get lost! All of you, now!" But Jonathan Godfrey just chuckled calmly. "Whoever gets them to spill the beans first gets this hundred grand." The girls, who’d just been cowering in fear, suddenly lit up at the sound of that. A hundred grand? Their eyes turned red with frenzy, and they lunged forward like they’d lost their minds, their hands grabbing even harder. A string of furious curses burst out from the old board members, words too harsh to repeat. Jonathan’s patience had clearly run thin. "Wanna see these photos online? Don't test me. Everyone can watch your pathetic little show." Just as he said that, a girl nearly yanked Dylan Stone’s pants clean off. He finally lost it. Humiliated beyond breaking, he broke down, screaming, "Fine! You win! I'm giving it to you!" "Oliver, what are you doing?!" Benjam