Timothy York stared at the completely blank map for a moment, then decisively quit and restarted the software.
But after he restarted it, there was still nothing on the map.
Timothy York abruptly stood up, turned, and started to head outside.
In any social situation, such an action would be considered rude, let alone for the York Family, which was known for its strict upbringing.
The expressions on the guests' faces were a sight to behold, and Mr. York's face finally, uncontrollably darkened. "What do you think you're doing?"
Timothy York paused briefly and turned his head. "My apologies, Grandfather. Apologies, everyone. I have something urgent to attend to."
With that said, he turned and walked out.
"Stop!" Mr. York immediately barked. "Open your eyes and look at what kind of occasion this is! Do you think you can just up and leave like that?"
After he spoke, Timothy York stopped again, turning his head back. His gaze swept across the long, wide dining table.
