Sir Ares, Goodnight

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

Jay walked in a calm and composed manner into the Loyle residence's living room as if entering the doorstep of his own house. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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

soon coming to

Loyle was still stuck in a

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

we got married. When I came to the city to start a business, both mother 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 of that, both mother and daughter

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

ear and out the other. She even spent the money I gave her for school supplies on terribly-fashioned

and more disappointed in her, so I simply let her be. When she turned 15, she came to the city to find me. I thought this would

help but

all hope in

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

taking advantage of their divorce, yet she did not take one cent

her, who treated money like it was nothing,

she skilled at?"