On the other end of the line, Old Master Peary shouted rudely.
Maxwell Peary frowned slightly, switching the phone to his left hand while his right hand busily worked on the computer.
"Did you call just to say this?"
He didn't have the patience to discuss these trivial matters here.
In just these few short sentences, Old Master Peary had already felt Maxwell Peary's tactics.
Another store had been sabotaged.
It was simply outrageous.
And the person opposing him was his once-proud grandson.
It was like a slap in the face; his old face was almost losing all its dignity.
"Maxwell Peary, how could you do such a thing? Do you still regard me as your grandfather?"
Old Master Peary shouted angrily on the other side.
Maxwell Peary showed no extra expression, laughing lightly.
"My intentions are very clear; I will not let this matter rest. If you want to protect the Swan Family, you go ahead and try."
