Chapter 665: I've had evidence compiled and sent to the police

Christopher's face turned pale, his eyes darting around.

He stuttered out a trembling syllable, "Father..."

At the sound of that word, Wallace's expression twisted as if he had heard something utterly vile.

His face twitched, and he lifted the cane, swinging it towards Christopher's head.

A loud thud echoed!

Christopher staggered from the blow.

But Wallace couldn't seem to calm down.

He shoved aside the people trying to support him, gripping the cane with both hands, and relentlessly swung it at Christopher.

The people in the conference room hurriedly intervened.

"Chairman, what's gotten into you?"

After about ten strikes, Wallace, panting heavily, was finally pulled away and helped to sit in a nearby chair.

Stan handed him a cup of tea.

"Wallace, take your time. Don't let anger harm your health!"

Wallace looked at Christopher, who sat nearby looking ashen. His eyes burned with ic