After speaking, Titus Zane walked towards the door, and before Alder Locke could even rise to stop him, Samuel Zane's voice filled the air again, his tone unhurried yet clearly threatening.
"Titus, if you dare to step out of this house today, tomorrow's financial headlines will be about that young man's company going bankrupt!"
Titus Zane's steps abruptly halted, he turned around, facing his grandfather, his brows deeply furrowed.
"Grandfather, I'm your own grandson, why do you have to force me like this?"
"Force you? I'm doing this for your good!"
"But the 'good' you're doing is more than I can bear!" Titus Zane yelled weakly, he's an adult and doesn't need anyone to hurt him under the guise of goodness.
"I'm an adult, I have the freedom to choose my own friends."
"If you want that young man to suffer, keep making a fuss!" Samuel Zane coldly threw out a sentence, facing his grandfather's strong and undeniable attitude, Titus Zane had no choice but to compromise.
