Thomas had always been eager to cozy up to that Harrison family kid, hoping to forge connections with the Harrison.
If this was all because of Harrison, then it certainly made sense.
After mentioning Harrison's name, Mr. Thomas kept his eyes fixed on Sinclair, waiting for his reaction.
Sinclair merely curled his lips in response, lifting the teacup beside him for a slow, deliberate sip before setting it back down on the saucer.
So it really was that little bastard!
Seemed like this time, the Thomas family would have to swallow their losses.
Mr. Thomas's expression darkened, his eyes clouded with unreadable emotions.
Harrison alone was nothing to him, of course.
But his father and the entire Harrison family—wasn't someone you could easily take on.
Just then, that deep, chilling voice spoke again.
"Are you planning to let this slide, Mr.Thomas?"
Sinclair had taken in every shift in Mr.Thomas's expression, his thin lips curling into a cold, merciless smile.
