"Whether you qualify or not, that's not up to you!" Charles White let go, turned his head to glance at the gate of the Yale Family Estate, and turned to leave.
Diego Larson stayed where he was, watching his departing figure, reaching out to tug at his tie, his gaze turned sombre.
At that time, Molly was drunk and unintentionally said a name that felt very familiar to him.
He just wanted to check out of curiosity, but he never thought that Charles White's background was far bigger, and with his ability, he couldn't even find out.
Such competitors made him feel an immense pressure instantly.
Diego Larson took out his Cell Phone and dialed Harrison Yale's telephone...
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Zoe Yale had a sound sleep.
As if to catch up on the sleep from the past two days, she climbed up from the Bed, woozy, reaching out to comb her disheveled Hair.
Turning her head to look out the Window, the bright sunlight carried a hint of warmth.
"Knock knock!" The room door sounded.
