Sir Ares, Goodnight

Spencer muttered angrily, "Carson, why are you sending it back?"

Carson was quiet.

He was Cole's person, after all. How could he betray his young master so casually?

Spencer sighed. "Oh, it's been snowing for so long. Are the gold bars in my warehouse going to be moldy? My family has no descendants. Who will take care of these gold bars for me in the future?"

Carson's devotion toward his young master could not surpass his temptation for money. He immediately changed sides and poked Cole with his finger before denouncing, "Old Master, the young master said that you've found so many lovers in your life and have broken the hearts of all your exes. This cactus would suit you most since it's full of thorns."

Cole sullenly looked at Carson with a fiery gaze from the back. He rebuked in a fury, "You little scoundrel, is money everything to you? How are you so unprofessional in your job?"

Carson hurriedly hid behind the head of the house. With Spencer having his back, Carson became even more complacent.

"I agree with you in everything, Young Master. It's just that I'm on the old master's side when it comes to you looking for a wife. There's a problem with your view on love matters and you need to correct it. Otherwise, you'll die alone."

wrong with my view on love? I simply like the idea of simple love-only one partner for a whole

so it's already wrong. She doesn't love you back, yet you're still trying to get entangled with her, which

that

hurriedly hid under

no shortage of women in his life. Regarding his son's narrow view

the world. Why are you hung up on one woman? Even in Yorks' stronghold, there are 108 smaller strongholds. You should go outside more often and take a look at those pretty girls. You'll slowly forget about the

tens of thousands of women in the world, but none of them

look on his face when

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his son's infatuation and devotion. He teased his son ruthlessly and said, "One should be more self-aware. Cole Yorks, you've been waiting for the lady for three years, and you've been writing big bundles of love letters the whole time. Even

past, Cole would have drooped his