Clark returned a while later with a laptop in his hands.

When Cordelia was done eating, he waved for the servants to take her cutlery away and placed the laptop in front of her.

Zephyr thought that it was odd too and went closer for a look. There were rows of entries and tightly packed numbers on the screen.

“These are the accounts, not the company’s, but the whole Hamerton Manor’s.” Liam’s tone was nonchalant. “Cordelia, have a closer look. See if there’s anything wrong.”

“Grandpa—”

Zephyr wanted to say something, but Cordelia privately put a hand over the back of his hand. She gave him a look and shook her head lightly. She knew that Liam was testing her.

Since she had found out about the illegal trade on the western suburbs’ land being related to Matthew, Liam had looked at her differently. He frequently asked Zephyr to take her home for meals and sometimes asked her questions in feigned nonchalance.

Smart as Cordelia was, her answers had been tactful. She had been tested on her opinion regarding international politics the last time. It would not be economy and accounts this time, right?

breath and focused

digits sticking to each other. Not only was it a chore to the eyes, but

to possess decent memory to analyze the data accurately to find what was wrong, as Liam

bit by bit. Half an hour passed by swiftly, and she had a basic outline of Hamerton

the mouse and decisively

a look. “These are for

part is removed. Basic necessities

arched his brow. “You call that a small part? What you

Cordelia smiled. “I think the Hamertons don’t have to live so luxuriously. If they’re underage, it’s enough

adults, they should have the awareness to share the family’s burden and ought to go and earn

suddenly. What Cordelia had highlighted were what he had

Why would they need so much money?! With easy money, it stripped their ambition and ability to survive in

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