She followed the person in. To her surprise, it was still the same position as one year ago.

When Sasha finally met the old man, she realized that the room that he was staying in was the one from before. A sense of déjà vu washed over her as the old man was brewing tea at the very same spot.

“So you’re here already. Do you fancy a cup of tea?”

Rage burned inside her chest as her bloodshot eyes turned red as ruby.

How is he still so calm?

How can he act like nothing’s happened after hurting his very own son like that? Since when has he become so cold-blooded?

“Have a seat. I just brewed some tea, and it’s a black tea from your hometown. I think you’ll like it.”

Frederick did not take much notice of the girl’s expression. Noticing that she stood frozen in the spot, he patiently extended his invitation once again.

Sasha finally spoke up. “I’m not here to drink tea. I’m here to clarify something.”

She did not beat around the bush.

She’s here to clarify something?

Frederick looked impassively at her.

Only then did he notice the indignation on her face. Not only that, her tense little face even showed hints of heartache and disappointment.

She’s so young, and yet she has the audacity to show me that face?

the teapot with freshly brewed tea and

What are you trying

into the memorial hall. It has nothing to do with Sebastian. He

approached the old man and tried to

chuckled and

If he has any idea about it, I’ll be run over by

Sebastian’s name, she went to the

his brows as if he did not fancy her painting

so. Believe me when I say that he knows about it. How else do you think

“What did you say?”

little tricks. As for the ten billion, do you think that Andy can get

and reminded

Sasha was stumped.

had not given it much

the share transfer agreements to her and soon, Sabrina came looking for her. There was no

that he had poured his heart and soul into building. She was reluctant to

is he

Does Sebastian know?

in the dark all

dared not go down the rabbit hole further. Her petite face turned pale with each passing

a piece of cake for you to figure it out. When you were caught red-handed by me in the memorial hall, he came

silence ensued as

the sheer volume of

No, that’s not it!

not someone like

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