After what felt like an eternity, the man slowly looked up. His eyes were sharp and cold, his expression noble yet aloof—a rare display of arrogance.
He spoke unhurriedly, a dismissive smile playing on his lips. "I fail to see what benefit a marriage alliance with you would bring me."
"And I don't need anyone telling me what to do."
Only then did he reveal a sliver of the sharp, arrogant coldness befitting the head of a top-tier conglomerate. "And another thing. I don't like the word 'messy.' You've crossed a line, Bruce."
A suffocating pressure emanated from him. His gaze turned heavy and cold, tearing through his veneer of civility and gentleness to reveal an arrogant, dangerous intensity.
Even the worldly Bruce broke out in a cold sweat; he understood the warning perfectly.
He had no desire to offend the man behind Apex's current global reach. Just as Preston Keaton said, a marriage alliance would benefit Bruce, but offending him would bring nothing but trouble.
