"What's wrong now?" Grace Yakov's brows knotted, her anxiety spreading to Evelyn Sherman at her side.
"It's nothing, just that Mr. Chester has arrived..." The butler caught his breath and finally untangled his tongue to speak.
No sooner had the butler finished speaking than Chester Yale's figure entered from outside.
Dressed in a silver-grey suit, lacking the noble dignity of black but exuding an intensity difficult to look directly at.
His enchanting face was covered with gloom, which he restrained in front of Grace Yakov.
"It's my oversight that gave the Evans Family an opportunity. Give me a few days, and I promise I'll handle it," Chester said, guaranteeing as soon as he walked in.
"Handle? How will you handle it? The news is everywhere. If you step forward to clarify, it will only make the public more agitated. Hudson Evans is probably just waiting for you to blow this up!"
Grace Yakov's astute eyes glinted with a dim light.
