"Dad, I can't believe a timid person like her could convince Grace Yakov. Didn't you say that Grace Yakov was a formidable female elite in the business world more than two decades ago? Surely her eyesight hasn't deteriorated now that she's older, right?"
Sean Yale sneered at the woman in front of him who looked as if her whole body was covered in ashes and utterly embarrassed.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Take a look at yourself first. Your hands aren't even healed, yet you're out wandering around. Did you find out who beat you up previously? You can't even settle all your problems, but you're here to 'help' me. How did I end up with such an incompetent son!"
Henry Yale growled with frustration.
At this, Sean Yale's expression turned ugly, and he glared at his bandaged arm, grinding his teeth in hatred.
