Gramps lowered his head, lost in thoughts.
Things were far more serious than he thought they would be.
He stayed back when they were going away from vacation after pretending to board the plane with them, just so he could fish out those guys that were sowing seeds in his family and company.
Luckily, they were able to fish out those seeds before they germinated.
With the thought that the head of the family and chairman were out of the country, they got careless, and their actions were traceable.
But they were never able to find out who the original 'farmer' was and were left with dead scarecrows who couldn't speak of their owner.
They couldn't tell if it was an insider with growing contempt or an outsider who wanted to ruin them from the inside. They were very careful in that regard.
"For now, get some rest, dear." Grampa Leo said. "You've had a rough day." He turned to Max. "You too, son."
