Misha Evans tried to ingratiate herself in a coy manner.
She reached out to cling to Sheldon Yale's arm as if she were his own daughter, coquettishly charming Sheldon.
"You're always so thoughtful. Chester has been so busy with the Group's affairs that he hasn't had time to prepare these things for me. But you, you always keep me in mind," Sheldon said, patting the back of her hand with a gratified expression.
"It's my fault for not taking care of Uncle in a timely manner," Chester's eyes flickered as he respectfully parted his lips.
"A man's ambition lies in taking care of the greater world. You shouldn't be concerned with these trivial matters. Why would I blame you? Nevertheless, you really do lack someone by your side to handle these small affairs, especially after you take over the Financial Group. You will likely be busier. I think Misha is quite suitable..."
"Don't worry, Uncle. I can still manage," Chester cut in abruptly, interrupting Sheldon's words.
