Sir Ares, Goodnight

As soon as Jay arrived at the door to Grand Asia, Grayson was already there waiting respectfully with a folder in his hand. His forehead was sweating. Jay's malicious gaze swept across Grayson, making the latter shudder.

Jay said with a bad temper, "What did you do wrong again?"

Grayson said with fear and trepidation, "Mr. Ares, this time... It's not me who did something wrong, it's... You." 2

Jay was slightly startled. His gaze fell on the pink folder in Grayson's arms as his eagle eyes shrunk. "What's this?"

"Mr. Ares, this is Baby Zetty's genetic test report," Grayson said.

As Jay strode into his office, he ordered Grayson," Didn't I ask you to draft up her genealogy record? Did it come out so soon?" Grayson laughed uglier than he cried. "Mr. Ares, I took a shortcut."

If the president knew that he had stolen from the Ares family genealogy tree, his expression would be more colorful than a rainbow.

"Read it to me," Jay said.

Grayson looked around. It was the period of peak working hours. The employees shuttled around them non-stop. Grayson had to make a suggestion. "Mr. Ares, it's not convenient here."

Jay glared at him. He always thought that a man should be open and frank when doing things. They should conceal his unmanliness.

was specially reserved for Mr. Ares, Grayson pressed on the floor. After entering the elevator, Grayson touched his chest and exhaled

who had bright prospects. Looking forward, his posture was elegant and his aura was of invincibility

to listen to the genealogy order from old to young or

at him speechlessly and said

a piece of A4 paper, and began

be tested. Male,

help

this is the

come to you at

"Continue."

Enrique Ares. Wife, Pamela

Terrance Ares. Wife

"Fourth generation..."

interrupted him, "Single heir for several

"No, Mr. Ares, the family expanded near the

then start from the fourth

of the Ares' family's patriarch-Dylan Ares. His heart trembled.