"What's wrong? You don't seem to like me very much. Why don't you guess whether you and Quince are cousins or biological siblings?" Hilary Stone laughed.
It was a strange laugh—an unbridled one.
"You…" Eleanor Larson nearly leaped up to punch Hilary Stone, but her cousin sat her back down.
"Alright, stop it. Let's talk about the eldest family. They're getting more powerful now; they even dare to go against Grandpa now." Quince Larson's gaze was as cold as ice. 'For some strange reason, what should've been mine seems to be getting out of my reach lately. The eldest branch of the Larson family also seems to be gaining momentum. Besides, that family is the only branch that hadn't been tainted by the scandal 18 years ago. Everything added up together really scares me.'
"Brother, didn't you just say that you weren't worried?" Eleanor Larson thought that it was strange that her cousin was contradicting himself.
