Having spoken, he left with Wester Welson, his heart filled with cold ashes. Perhaps leaving his homeland for a strange place was not such a bad thing to start anew?
Kevin Cliff walked back to his desk, took out a checkbook, and hastily wrote down an amount of ten million before throwing it at Harvey Cliff, who was too intimidated to show his anger, "This is the dowry for marrying off your son, Uncle, Uncle!"
"Why are you the one giving it?" Harvey Cliff picked up the check, and as if he suddenly understood something, he rushed forward uncontrollably, "You bastard! You actually schemed against me! What African tycoon, it's all a lie! Tell me, who exactly is Zeal marrying into?!"
"A son who marries out is like water that's been poured out, sorry, no comment!" Kevin Cliff easily pushed Harvey Cliff away and dusted off his grabbed clothes.
"Kevin Cliff, you won't be arrogant for the rest of your life!" Harvey Cliff threw down the curse fiercely and left in a rage.
