Vera had been utterly shocked when she first heard that Old Master Morgan had made a move. She never imagined that the eccentric old man could wield such immense power.
Victor Morgan, however, was used to it. He knew his grandfather's personality best. If anyone truly dared to provoke him, his ensuing wrath would be no laughing matter.
"Right, President Morgan, there's one more thing. According to our intelligence, Young Master Adrian Morgan is about to return to Aethelgard. This..."
Special Assistant York wanted to say more, but seeing Vera in the room, he abruptly stopped himself.
Upon hearing York's words, Victor Morgan sat bolt upright in his hospital bed. From his posture, it was clear he intended to rush back to Aethelgard immediately.
"Vera, things here are more or less taken care of. Let's go back to Aethelgard."
"How can you? Your arm is still injured. How can you be in such a rush to go back to Aethelgard? You should rest for a while first. There's no hurry."
