'That's not very likely!'
'If the Boss were that easy to figure out, how would she have ever ended up as the richest man's wife?'
Shirley Thorne leaned toward a different theory: Ethan Grant had found a clue. Considering his strange attitude toward Julian Grant, it was highly likely this matter had something to do with Julian.
Ah…
'If she wasn't mistaken, didn't that mean Julian Grant was likely a liability, too?'
'Are there any normal people left in the Grant Family?'
Shirley Thorne's spirits instantly plummeted, and she slumped over like a soulless puppy.
"Shirley, are you feeling sleepy?"
The Old Master was sitting right across from her and quickly noticed her discomfort.
Shirley Thorne shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm just hungry."
She suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the Old Master. 'All his descendants are such a handful.'
"Then let's have them bring the food. Julian and I have to get going!"
As he spoke, the Old Master and Julian Grant stood up.
