"Grandpa Morgan hired me at a high salary to be a personal bodyguard."
The man answered while his gaze was fixed on Cloudy.
The little child had been struggling ever since Ralph Koch picked him up.
"I want to see my dad, let me go!"
The child's voice was tender, and even when angry, it carried no real threat.
"Shut up!" Ralph Koch slapped him on his little buttock. "I am discussing important matters!"
"Pack your things immediately and return to Country Y; I'll talk to Matthew for you."
Ralph Koch scanned the other person with disdain as he spoke.
"I refuse." The other person shrugged.
Ralph Koch looked at him coldly, leaned over, and grabbed his chin.
"Gale Koch, get this straight! The reason Matthew got into trouble today is because of…"
Ralph Koch glanced at Cloudy, who was in his arms.
Even though he was just a child, he was already five and understood basic things, so he couldn't speak too bluntly.
But it was important for the other person to understand.
