Chapter 884

"Arthur Quinn is my father," Wilson said. Seeing Theodore losing composure like this, he was confused, but he still spoke with respect. "Do you know him?" As soon as he heard that, Theodore's gaze turned even more hateful, his eyes brimming with a seething loathing. "You're actually Arthur's son…" "Mr. Maximillian, what's wrong?" Yvette stepped forward in worry. However, Theodore quickly lost control of his emotions, and he pushed her away forcefully. "Fate… it's truly fate!" "Yvie." Wilson quickly steadied the stumbling Yvette. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Theodore. "Mr. Maximillian, if you have any grievances with me, please direct them to me. Don't take it out on Yvie." "Shut up! You're not worthy of addressing me!" Before Wilson could say more, Theodore viciously interrupted him, his eyes filled with hatred. He drew a gun from his chest, the dark barrel aimed directly at Wilson's forehead. "You deserve to die… Arthur's son deserves to die!" "Mr. Maximillian…" Yve