Grace Yakov only took one look, and her facial expression instantly changed.
The hand resting on the table suddenly clenched into a fist!
Evelyn Sherman sensed there was something wrong with the document and was about to lean in for a closer look when Grace Yakov had already snatched it up, whooshed up from her chair, and turned to look at Henry Yale.
"Is the information in this document real?" Grace Yakov's voice was hoarse, each word as if forced out from her throat.
Evelyn saw the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes and felt a pang of alarm in her heart.
What kind of information could make someone as stoic as Grace Yakov lose her composure like this?
"Of course, it's real. This is a lead I've managed to find only after seeing related messages in the Yale Family's personal notes, and I was just about to have a detailed chat with you about it."
Henry Yale straightened his suit collar with his hand, looking towards Grace Yakov slowly and calmly.
