"I..."
Old Master Locke lowered his head with the muscles on his face twitching slightly, feeling extremely annoyed in his heart.
He had been in charge of the Locke family for decades, and even Walter Locke would show him some respect. Where had he suffered such humiliation before?
At that moment, Theresa Locke, who had been injured, walked over with the help of her sister, Doris Locke, and said with an embarrassed face,
"Greg, Grandpa was just momentarily bewitched. Please... please let him off for my sake."
Greg Jensen furrowed his brows and said, "The Locke family will give up eighty percent of their property, and we'll call it even for today."
"Eighty percent?"
Noah Locke raised his head in shock, "You..."
"Dad, don't say anything else."
Theresa's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stopped his father from continuing.
Greg Jensen's expression turned cold as he looked at Noah Locke and said, "What? Do you have a problem with that?"
