"Grandma, when will Big Uncle and the others come over?" Harry asked the old lady, "I'm afraid our compound cannot withstand Hank Clegg's assault."
"They have been notified and they are on their way," The old lady comforted her grandson, holding his hand, "Our Gordon house is strong, don't worry too much. No one can arbitrarily break in."
The old lady had barely finished speaking.
A voice echoed from the adjacent dining room, "Dear Mrs. Gordon really knows how to deceive us."
The old lady and Harry were both startled.
Hank had already emerged from the dining room, acting as if he owned the place.
"How did you get in?" The old lady asked, shocked.
It was only then she realized that the entire living room was surrounded by Interpol.
"Mr. Clegg," Harry tried to act calm and steadied his shoulders, "what brings you here, barging into my ancestral house? As per our agreement, I have resigned. I gave up my position to save the company's stock price, what more do you want from me?"
