Chapter 1407 Remember My Name —Darren (1/2)

The business world was like a battlefield. People never spent a minute staying in the same place. Only those who were observant enough and able to adjust to the most unfavorable changes had a chance at victory.

Darren had succeeded. The share transfer agreement had been signed over to him. However, at the moment, he felt inexplicably irritable. With a move of his hand, he sent the pages of the agreement flying all around the room. Feeling a little depressed, he loosened his tie in an attempt to ease his nerves.

Harlan, who was Darren's confidant, was a little confused to see that, but he didn't say anything.

He had the feeling that he knew why Darren was behaving this way.

Darren stood up and walked over to where the sheets of paper had settled. After staring for some time at the mess that he had made, he squatted down and picked the sheets up one by one. He looked at the growing pile of paper in his hands and couldn't help flipping through the pages.

In his hands, the share transfer agreement felt just like a big stack of money. As he held it, he felt the weight of the burden that it symbolized. Suddenly, it became slightly difficult to breathe.

By giving up all that he had had, he had finally obtained this. But why didn't he feel as victorious as he had expected to be?

He frowned. He no longer looked as smart as he had been during the meeting. Now, he only appeared confused, even blank.

Darren had spent almost all of his savings to secure this document. At first, he had hesitated, wondering if it was worth the sacrifice. Afterward, however, he had decided that it was. He had always been and was still determined to defeat Jacob.

He asked Harlan to fetch him some alcohol. Getting drunk would free him from all his worries, he figured.

As ordered, Harlan left, and when he returned, he brought several cans of beer with him. Darren took one can, opened it, and drank all of its contents in one go.

He sat at the table and looked up at the ceiling. Once more, he got lost in his thoughts. A voice in his head asked, 'Was it really worth it?'

He then proceeded to empty another can. Darren, who had always been good at holding his liquor, felt a little dizzy now, after just two cans of beer.