Chapter 402 I Don’t Know If I Should Ask

“Mister Weaver, you should know it very clearly. If I agree with the conditions of the transfer of your company’s shares, my investment will be meaningless.” Zephaniah stood in front of the french window of his company while looking down. His gaze was filled with unfathomable emotions. Cyrus, with whom he was talking on the phone, had women on both sides. He subconsciously quirked his eyebrows and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa nearby. “I know. If you feel troubled, you can just not sign this contract.” Roman sat on the independent sofa with his legs crossed. He had a red wine glass in his right hand and was swirling it slowly. His gaze was focused, and his expression dark. Zephaniah put his hand on the glass window. He quickly realized what was going on. “Mister Weaver, I’m afraid that you’ve drafted a new contract with Mister Saul in private, right? You just pretended to collaborate with me. When I’ve prepared all the funds, you’ll now get rid of me?” “You realized