The elderly gentleman answered seriously, "Sixty-one out of a hundred."
Just barely passed.
Charlotte Allison asked, "I passed. What guidance do you have for me next, sir?"
The elderly gentleman was somewhat satisfied with her attitude and said, "Ms. Allison, today you can stand here and achieve collaboration with the Sear Family; what do you think you're relying on?"
Charlotte Allison: "That's my business, and I am not obliged to tell you."
The elderly gentleman furrowed his brows even more deeply: "Do you not know, that you being able to collaborate with the Sear Family's..."
"Grandfather." A low male voice sounded, and a tall figure approached.
This voice...
Charlotte Allison almost immediately looked up.
Only to see a man who seemed familiar yet didn't match the physique and face she was expecting.
"Grandfather, it's time for your medication." The man's voice was deep, almost a whisper that sent shivers down one's spine.
