"Hmm."
In the grand and elegant room, an elderly man stood with his hands behind his back, hair silver at the temples, his demeanor exuding authority, clearly someone who had been in a position of power for a long time.
A butler respectfully held the phone to his ear.
Hearing Julian Fairchild's indifferent tone over the phone, Old Master Fairchild restrained his temper and spoke words that only he and Julian could understand, "Have you made up your mind?"
Julian Fairchild exuded an increasingly cold aura, "I won't marry a woman I've never met."
"Even if it means giving up your position as heir?" Old Master Fairchild struck the ground hard with his cane.
"Mm." Julian replied coldly, "Since you like the daughter of the Lane Family so much, why don't you marry her yourself."
"Insolent!"
Even facing the formidable head of the Fairchild Family, Julian showed no fear.
