Mo Shiqian gazed at the boundless sea; night had already fallen, and the dim light made the expression on his face increasingly obscure and difficult to discern.
He said indifferently, "Who knows."
After a while, the bodyguard tried again tentatively, "If it really is the Young Master...you..."
The sentence was incomplete, but the implication was clear.
What kind of person was Mo Shichen, he was the rightful heir to the Lawrence Family, universally acknowledged since his birth until the accident, with no one ever questioning it.
To put it bluntly, the wealth that Mo Shiqian possessed today was all picked up from him.
If he suddenly "came back from the dead," what would the Lawrence Family think, what would the people of Clod-Summer think, it might be fine not knowing in Paris, but once they found out, the recently stabilized corporation would likely face another upheaval.
