Dylan pressed his voice low, his eyes cold and fierce, with a vicious aura that made Arnold Glenn retreat repeatedly.
The scorching sun beat down on his head, the asphalt road beneath seemed about to melt, and people walking outside were so hot they seemed to sweat oil. Yet despite this weather, Arnold Glenn felt his bones were cold, and the person in front of him seemed capable of killing him at any moment.
"You... you, don't do anything stupid," Arnold Glenn trembled with fear.
Dylan said coolly, "If you don't sign the Divorce Agreement, even if the York Family doesn't kill you, I will."
Arnold Glenn retreated again in fright, stepping back three or four steps before feeling a bit of warmth: "You, you... you're forcefully taking someone's wife, you..."
Dylan looked at him with cold eyes: "So what if I take her? She shouldn't have married you in the first place. If I had met her a few years earlier, do you think you'd have had a chance?"
