At this moment, urgent footsteps came from the study's outside, approaching rapidly, followed by a series of incessant knocks pounding on the door.
"Harry Hall, open the door for me!"
Leanne Richards' voice, filled with rage, sounded from outside.
Harry Hall frowned impatiently and stood up to open the study door.
Leanne's sharp finger pointed at him, her face filled with hatred as she asked, "I ask you, is your uncle's company's trouble caused by you?"
Harry met her angry face with indifferent eyes and said calmly, "Yes."
"Harry Hall!!!"
Leanne screamed, her hysterical voice startling the busy servants downstairs.
Yet Harry Hall before her remained completely unmoved, his eyes devoid of any emotion as he looked at her.
"That's your own uncle!"
"What's my own uncle got to do with me?"
Harry's eyes showed not the slightest ripple.
The relationship of his own uncle, in his eyes, was no different from ordinary people.
