"Go and make some preparations; I reckon Walter is in Ovando impatiently waiting, and if we delay further, he might bring an army back to cause trouble for me."
Lance jestingly urged her upon seeing her fall silent, but he didn't expect the reply to be somewhat surprising.
"I'm not going." Tiffany's temper flared. "I've grown up; I'm not their toy anymore. I have the right to make decisions, and I've had enough of this shit!"
Protection was also a shackle. Back then, after Walter went missing, Tiffany was forced to manage the merchant group. Why did those people dare to deceive her?
It was because Walter protected them so well that her brother didn't understand anything about the merchant group, and she was only half-knowledgeable.
To her, achieving today's success was not easy. You casually suggest leaving, but you haven't considered my feelings. Can the accomplishments I've worked hard for so long be casually discarded in your eyes?
