The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 142.

"Very well, Curtis. You win. Do you want to talk? Let's talk!" Carson sat back in his comfortable and elegant office chair while looking at Curtis cynically.

"You know perfectly well why I'm here," Curtis insisted, very annoyed.

"I have no idea, but if you want, you can have a coffee while you explain it to me," Carson gestured to his desk with his hand.

On the desk were several cups of coffee that the executives hadn't managed to drink. Carson was trying to insult Curtis, make him angry, and so far, he was succeeding.

"I don't want your recycled coffee," Curtis said seriously.

"It's very strange. I'm sure the Curtis who arrived at the mansion as a servant would have accepted it with much gratitude," Carson commented mockingly.

Curtis clenched his fists tightly to try to contain the anger he felt at that moment because of Carson's offensive comments.

He was even hurting himself because he was digging his nails into the palms of his hands, causing a few tiny drops of blood to come out.