Ian Shaw held a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes narrowed as he asked with a smile, "Are you planning on grooming him to take over the company?"
"Yeah. My wife and I are getting old. It's time we stepped down and took a break."
Hearing this, Cassian Jennings, who was in the middle of a drink, spat it out with a PFFT. He stared at Tristan Grayson's infuriatingly handsome face, the spot between his brows twitching uncontrollably.
'Tristan Grayson was only a few months older than him, and he was already saying he was old? Time to step down and take a break?'
'God knew, he had just psyched himself up to get serious about his career.'
'Or maybe it was because the girl he liked was so young. That would explain why he couldn't stand hearing people—especially those his own age—call themselves old.'
Seeing Cassian Jennings's strong reaction, Aiden Avery looked down and sneered. "We really are old. When we were Quincy's age, we'd already taken over our companies."
