"None of you have any opinion, so listen to mine." In the midst of silence, Charles White slowly parted his thin lips.
His gaze fixed straight on the person collapsed on the ground.
"Charles, I didn't know before that the person you liked was Miss Yale..."
"Uncle, your words are as good as gold, naturally what you say goes, but if the Yale Family finds out about how you've defamed their Miss, they might be unhappy."
Charles White's thin lips slightly parted, speaking each word carefully.
His eyes were as cold as ice.
"To prevent the destruction of the marriage alliance between the White Family and the Yale Family, I might need to trouble Uncle to voluntarily go to South Africa to oversee the development project there."
"Wha-what? You're sending me to South Africa!"
Uncle's facial expression changed, wanting to say something, but Charles White had already interrupted him.
