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.

elevator that was specially reserved for Mr. Ares, Grayson pressed on

had bright prospects. Looking forward, his posture was elegant and

to listen to the genealogy order from old to young or from

him speechlessly and said impatiently,

folder, drew out a piece of A4 paper, and

generation that could be tested. Male, D'Artagnan Ares. Wife,

not help but ridicule.

Ares, this is the name of your

you at

"Continue."

Ares. Wife, Pamela

Terrance Ares. Wife

"Fourth generation..."

him, "Single heir for

shook his head. "No, Mr. Ares, the family expanded near the fourth generation and the family became

from the

of the fourth generation of the Ares' family's patriarch-Dylan Ares. His heart trembled. "Mr. Ares, I