Titus Zane quickly stood up, "Grandfather, there's no need. I have plenty of clothes in T city. I can just bring them over; there's no need to waste more."
"Hmph!" Samuel Zane approached and sat on the sofa before glancing at his granddaughter, his authoritative gaze barely concealing his shrewdness.
"Don't think I don't know your little schemes, thinking that by going back to get your clothes you won't come back again.
Let me tell you today, I let that rascal go back also because he helped you once, otherwise given his previous attitude towards you, I could very well make him penniless overnight!"
Though I've retired, my connections are still there. To bankrupt a company is but a word away.
Having her intentions guessed, Titus Zane felt powerless, but even more so, indignant.
She stepped forward to face Samuel Zane, protesting discontentedly, "Grandfather, how can you be so domineering!
