His voice suddenly became sinister and terrifying.
Ivan and his daughter's expressions changed, and they exchanged glances, both looking somewhat frightened, especially Yiren.
She bit her lip and gathered her courage, "Old Sir Su, you haven't met our terms, have you? Third Young Master Jun didn't listen to you and refused to marry me, so our deal isn't valid."
"I've created enough conditions; it was you who failed to seize them."
Yiren's chest tightened, "Even so, you still didn't manage to do it, did you? You can't even control Third Young Master; your godfather role isn't so great after all, failing to control even your godson."
Her words were like a slap in the face to Su Feiman, and the atmosphere suddenly turned icy cold.
But Ivanov didn't stop her.
In the tense atmosphere, Yiren couldn't help but dig her fingers into her flesh. She wasn't fearless; she was desperate to take a gamble.
