Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Please come inside, Mr. Ares." Old Master Loyle greeted their distinguished guest politely.

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Grayson brought him a chair and wiped the seat several times with a tissue. It was only then did Jay take a seat.

"To what do we owe this honor of your presence, Mr. Ares?" Old Master Loyle asked carefully.

"Old Master Loyle, do answer my question honestly if you don't want Loyle Enterprise to go bankrupt. If I'm satisfied with your answer, then TH consider giving the Loyle family a way out," Jay said faintly. Overwhelmed by the favor, Old Master Loyle said, "I'll tell you all I know without holding back and answer all of your questions, Mr. Ares."

"I want every information about Rose from birth up until now. Tell me everything you know." Jay stressed the word 'everything' in particular.

Old Master Loyle was taken by surprise. "Every information about Rose?"

Sydney's eyes twinkled with a trace of gloat. Mr. Ares was investigating Rose in secret. It seemed like Rose's

days were soon coming

how Old Master Loyle was still stuck in a daze, Grayson further explained what Mr.

is your daughter, Old Master Loyle. You should know her character and the things she likes very well, right? Why don't you tell us everything no matter how significant or trivial they are?" Although Old Master Loyle was taken aback by Mr. Ares' reason for visiting, he was extremely cooperative as he cudgeled his brain to convey every single

and daughter stayed in the countryside. I was doing poorly at work the last few years, so I didn't have any extra money to send them. Because

Old Master Loyle said this, there was a pang of guilt in his eyes. He continued, "I never thought that poverty would ruin Rose completely, and because of poverty, she grew up with low self-esteem and did not like socializing with others. She was inarticulate, dimwitted, and

a determined effort to study hard, but my words went in one ear and out the other. She even spent the money I gave her for school

to the city to find me. I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to repair our father-daughter relationship. Who would've thought she had learned how to steal

could not help but sigh at this

all hope in

frowned. Why was the Rose that Old Master Loyle described so different

could have rolled in money by taking advantage of their divorce, yet she

a person like her, who

she skilled