Nathan Wampole’s face instantly took on an ugly look.
“Not going to join eh?” he muttered.
“No.”
“And we demand that you take our names from your bills,” added Leo.
“What! Not much!”
“Then we’ll compel you.”
Nathan Wampole’s face grew white.
“You will not. On the other hand, I’ll compel you to perform in my company. I have your signatures, remember.”
“That old contract doesn’t count—you broke it yourself,” returned Carl.
“It was never broken.” Nathan Wampole smiled maliciously. “I’ve been to a lawyer and he says you must perform with me.”