Chapter 841

Tyson's face went pale. He realized the man in front of him was not someone to mess with.

Cold sweat streamed down Tyson's gleaming bald head, running in rivulets down.

"We've never had any bad blood between us. Why must you make things so difficult for me?" Tyson pleaded.

"I'm making things difficult for you?" Desmond echoed. He leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the scammer in front of him