Alec had been keen on making him a scapegoat, but Derek wouldn't let that happen. Derek wasn't stupid.

"Kill me?" Jarrod's expression was frosty, his aura bristling with lethal intent. His eyes, sharp like an eagle's, flashed with a fearsome bloodlust that seemed fiercer than the stormy rain.

"Yes... That's it! I... I know some powerful people," Derek stuttered.

"I'll have them come find me to kill you and that woman."

“You're that influential, huh? Kill both of us?" Jarrod conversed casually, even taking his time to unfasten his watch.

Jarrod rarely engaged in small talk at work. If he took the time to speak more than a few words, it indicated that the person he was addressing had made a serious error. His words were effectively a “death sentence."

It was nearly impossible to land another job in the same industry if one got fired by the Schultz Group.

Derek didn't know Jarrod. He only cared about the stock market and entertainment, never bothering with financial magazines that featured big names.

Noticing that Jarrod, despite his menacing aura, spoke with such composure, Derek foolishly believed Jarrod was scared by his threats.

Derek smugly declared, “Yes, I know some really influential people. If I want you dead, you won't make it..."

Before Derek could finish speaking, a dark shadow suddenly passed before his eyes. "Ah..."

Derek's screams tore through the air, as painful as a pig caught under a gate.

It turned out Jarrod had clenched his watch in his hand, the face against his fingers, and brought it down hard on Derek's nose.

With a single strike, blood burst from Derek's nose, and his nasal bridge was hideously contorted.

Impressively, the expensive watch was still in perfect condition.

“Ouch! You lunatic! You've lost your mind..." Derek gripped his nose, wailing in shock from the ruthless blow that had broken his nasal bone.

"Thump!" Another savage hit. Derek felt as though his cheekbone had shattered too. Jarrod's cruelty was over the top!

Now terrified, Derek trembled and begged through his bloodied face, "Do you want money? I can give you Lots of money... Just don't hit me... Please..."

Jarrod scoffed. "Money? I'm not interested in money. I'm interested"

"Sooo?"