Lawrence looked at Griffon, and he was no longer as contemptuous as before. Instead, he was horrified. “Who the hell are you?”
Griffon glanced at him and it seemed like he had lost his patience. He said coldly, “I’ll give you one minute.”
With the knife in his hand, he pointed to the contract, signaling Lawrence to sign it immediately. Otherwise, the outcome will be determined by his mood.
When the tip of the knife slid across the thin paper, it dazzled, making Lawrence tremble in fright.
He shivered and looked at Griffon, then at the contract, his
expression full of hesitation. “the Sterling pack is a century-old foundation of the Sterling pack. If I sign this contract, I will
become a sinner…”
Griffon, who had already lost his patience, didn’t want to
listen to Lawrence’s nonsens
