Anger, besides anger, is also anger.

The burning anger completely burned all Lance's emotions, so that his eardrums began to buzz, as if countless noises were clattering in his ears. The irritable emotion was still uncontrollable even if it clenched its teeth, clenched its fists, and tightened its muscles. He was like a volcano that was suppressed to the extreme, either erupting or self-destructing.

"Ryan!" Lance shouted, his lungs twitching like blowers.

Outside the office, Ryan Cavalug sat in front of an office desk, wearing a lake blue shirt, with simple sleeves rolled to his elbows, formally carrying a hint of comfort and casualness. He was fiddling with his computer and a pair of large headphones on his head, strictly blocking all the noise and noise outside, as if he was the master here - the real master. What a ironic picture.

The ridiculous and funny irony made Lance laugh out loud. He even began to feel that all this was like an excellent black comedy. The absurdity and unruly transcendence of reality really made people laugh. Lance chuckled and shouted again, "Ryan!" But the steps under his feet were getting faster and faster, and the bystanders who had traveled through most of the office rushed towards Ryan without any obstruction.

"Lance! Calm down, calm down..." Jason Berkeley rushed out from the side and tried to stop Lance, but before he could even get closer, he saw Lance turn his head and glar hard, and his sharp eyes stabbed over like a sharp blade without any obstacles, which made Jason's pace slow down.

"Do you know all this?" Lance stopped and looked at Jason intently. Jason was his friend, and he took the initiative to send an invitation to make Jason a partner at Diorama. He always thought that Jason and him were on the same side, and Jason was always his supporter.

Jason saw a little crystal light flashing in his azure blue eyes, the fragility that seemed to be broken by a slight touch, and severely defeated all Jason's defense. He did not have the courage to answer this question, he did not have the courage to face Lance, and he did not even have the courage to bear Lance's gaze. He could only avoid his sight in awkwardly, stand in place, at a loss. Because he was also a part of this conspiracy.

"Ha." Lance sneered. Jason's silence was the best answer, and the best answer was the most fierce weapon. He stabbed him hard in the chest again, but even though he was covered in wounds and blood, Lance seemed to have been completely numb. He shook his head gently and said nothing to Jason - because he was not worth it, he took another step.

"Ryan!" Lance shouted again, the whole office was silent, all eyes were focused on Lance's tragic figure, but no one could make any sound, and even the breathing disappeared into the air. But even so, Ryan still did not look back. He was always focused on his computer, just as the screen was the center of the world.

Tucker-Turey stood in the office compartment next to him, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, enjoying the wonderful moment of afternoon tea casually. Looking at the angry Lance, Tucker was indifferent. When Lance approached, he said calmly, "He is busy with work."

"Is that true?" Lance turned to look at Tucker, and the smile on his face was outlined. The evil and fierceness that burst out in an instant made Tucker stunned. He held the coffee cup in the air and couldn't help but pause. But Tucker still pretended to be calm and took the coffee, concealing the panic in his heart. He looked at Lance condescendingly and took a small sip of coffee calmly. However, the hot coffee burned his oral membrane.

However, Lance directly ignored Tucker's grace and calmness, turned his head to look at Ryan, who was close to him but still indifferent, raised the ending to vent his mockery and anger, "Is that right?" Lance directly raised the computer in front of Ryan, and then smashed it hard under Tucker's feet.

In an instant, fragments flew, and a computer screen fell into three petals in a blink of an eye. Countless fragments burst out directly. The silent and depressed office suddenly became chaotic. Everyone screamed and retreated. Tucker, who was standing in the center of the attack, became a densely affected area. He was hit by sharp debris all over his body. The coffee cup in his hand was thrown out, jumping in panic, trying to avoid the explosives. The funny movement was like a monkey performing acrobatics.

Ryan was also shocked, and turned around in the boss's chair. Then he saw Lance's eyes full of angry flames, almost gritting his teeth and asking, "What about you now, are you still busy?"

Ryan perfectly concealed his inner fright. He slowly took off his headphones, and then slowly sang to the side, "Call the security guard." It seemed as if Lance, surrounded by anger, was just an unknown person who was not worth mentioning, handled the sudden time in an orderly manner, showing his general style.

Lance looked at Ryan in disbelief, almost unable to believe that the person in front of him was the one he had known for ten years. He was extremely angry, but he still looked calm and gentle, as if everything was taken for granted, even without any guilt. Words squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth, "I was told just now that my shares have been completely cleared!"

Ryan shrugged slightly with a familiar expression on his face, "I told you before that if we want to expand our investment, we must introduce new investors."

"So you asked me to give up the shares?" Lance's anger had disappeared into the despair and pain of betrayal. He could not even tell whether it was even more terrible that the company he had created changed hands overnight, or was it more painful to be stabbed in the back by a friend, or the betrayer's shameless calmness and calmness were even more disgusting! "Tell me, how many shares did you give up? How many shares did Tucker give up? How many shares did Jason give up!"

Silence, silence.

But, this is the best answer. Even if you don't need to verify it one by one, Lance already knew that his three best friends and his three best partners joined forces to dig this trap and let him jump down.

After Ryan was silent for about half a second, he responded, "You signed those documents by yourself." His calm and composed tone seemed as if everything was natural, without any guilt, no regrets, no strangeness, or even no waves.

"Prepare a set for me!" Lance looked at Ryan in disbelief.

Ryan was still sitting on the boss's chair, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair, with his hands crossed in front of him, and his calm and confident appearance was not affected at all. Lance, who was standing, was the condescending person, but in sharp contrast, it seemed that Rance was an employee, and Ryan was the boss who gave orders.

"So, as the CEO of the company, you were stripped of the company's management rights, and then you blame me for this?" Ryan's righteous tone was beyond Lance's imagination. He once thought he knew Ryan enough, and he once thought he was Ryan's best friend...

"You said it was like I was not a part of Diorama." A warm feeling surged in Lance's eyes. It was him and Ryan who teamed up to create Diorama. Tucker and Jason were both participants later, and even the idea of ​​creating a company was proposed by him.

"It doesn't seem that you are not a part of Diorama Pictures." Tucker, who was standing aside, finally recovered his calmness. After calming down his embarrassment, he stood calmly and interrupted the dispute between Lance and Ryan. Lance did not turn back to pay attention to Tucker, stared at Ryan with his eyes tightly, and said word by word, "I am the CEO here!"

But Tucker sneered softly, "No more."

A simple but directly pointed out a fact, a cruel and bloody fact. Lance shook his head gently. He couldn't believe it or he wanted to believe it. He looked at Ryan with despair, "It's all because of the 'Pirates of the Caribbean', right?"

The thrilling blue eyes were so shocking, as if you could clearly see the magnificence and grandeur of the whole world falling apart. The fatal pain and fragility hit Ryan hard, which actually made a trace of sadness appear deep in Ryan's heart. He turned his head a little embarrassedly and avoided Lance's eyes.

Tucker, who was standing aside, took the initiative to take over the conversation and resolved Ryan's dilemma. "Do you think we'll let you swagger in a ridiculous suit and pretend you're running this company?"

Tucker's chattering words made the volcano in Lance's heart erupt again. He turned his head and roared at Tucker like an injured lion, "I'm so sorry! My Prada is still in the dry cleaner!" Tucker was so scared that he took a small step back, but Lance ignored him at all and looked back at Ryan again, "Put it together with my windbreaker, and fuck you/mother's foot-clip slippers! You hypocritical cowards!"

Ryan looked at Lance, who was venting his anger in front of him, couldn't help but clench his fists, and then let go in panic, patted the dust that did not exist at all on the hem of his clothes, covering up the storm in his heart. Tucker next to him said again, "The security guard is here, you'd better leave here."

Lance's eyes were covered with a thin mist, and his lips were stained with a bright red color like blood, charming and gorgeous. He stared at Ryan motionlessly through the hazy gaze, "I won't give up."

"But you have signed it." Tucker's chattering voice kept ringing in his ears like a hen, but Lance was even stingy from the corner of his eye. He just looked at Ryan, who was silent in front of him, captured the thoughts that flashed through his mind, and asked, "Tell me, this is not because of 'Harry Potter'!"
Chapter completed!