Toby and Dylan sat on opposite sides of a small round table, the main seats of the room. The red mahogany chairs intricately carved with dragons and phoenixes exuded an air of high-quality craftsmanship. Two elders sat on them, appearing steady and composed. But their words left one speechless.
"Isn't that the case? Look, this girl, Hallie Morgan, what makes her deserving to be the wife of a Collins? She's immature, often shouting and yelling for no reason, lacks manners, let alone respect for the elder generation. She hasn't a shred of it, not even towards me. She's always contradicting me. And her background can't compare to others. Just look at a girl like Wanyi, she's simply perfect. If Dylan marries her, even if I wanted to regain my power, I wouldn't be able to do so."
In his desperation to have Dylan discard Hallie, was he really willing to bind the Collins family with the Long Family?
