"We go now." Eldest Young Master Grant glanced at the little woman pursing her lips unhappily, speaking in a tone that was calm, but somehow sounded vicious and sinister to Sandra Morgan and her father's ears.
"We're not buying rings anymore?"
"Today's an auspicious day, perfect for visiting the Morgans. As for the rings, we can buy them after we're done there." Aiden Grant's expression was cold as he looked at Morgan City, who had cried out in shock, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking sneer.
Silvercrest Morgan Family—it's about time they fell.
"Alright." Lily Shaw tilted her head up to smile lightly at the man holding her hand, not a trace of reluctance in her eyes.
The crowd watching was stunned, slack-jawed. They'd come hoping for some drama, but what they saw and heard made them realize: they might have witnessed something they shouldn't.
