Chapter 97

Broderick clenched his fists tight, raised one hand, and blew a breath onto his knuckles. "Uncle Reginald, whether you admit it or not, your time's over. It's the young folks' world now. Wanna throw down? I'm in. But are you sure you can beat me?" Before the words completely left his mouth, Broderick swung again - another punch straight to Reginald's stomach. Reginald stumbled from the blow, and before he could recover, Broderick's second punch came crashing in-fast, brutal, impossible to dodge. He got hit again. "Broderick!" Reginald was livid. His usually calm face finally cracked with fury. "You actually hit me? Are you out of your mind?! I'll get the board to kick you out as Chairman and strip you from the Ackerley Group completely!" "Go ahead. I'd like to see you try." Broderick's gaze was dark, but his tone was chillingly calm. After that outburst, Reginald quickly reeled himself back in. In the past six years, he'd systematically gotten rid of all the old-timers loyal to Broderi