Jorge Saxton chuckled lightly, "Young Master Seys, why are you secretly helping the Morris Clan? Aren't you afraid that the funds you're providing to them will go to waste?"
Arlo Seys took a glass of red wine from a passing waiter's tray, his expression indifferent, "No worries, I'll get it back. My things aren't easily taken by anyone."
With those words, a double entendre. It warned Jorge Saxton: his Era and the Seys Family, Jorge, you're not capable of taking them! Don't get any ideas about Era and the Seys Family. Arlo Seys isn't someone to be trifled with!
Jorge Saxton's eyes flashed with sharpness, "You too want to stir up trouble?"
Arlo Seys took a sip of red wine, his eyes and face exuding a cool detachment, yet with an extraordinary aura of calmness. He replied coolly, "I'm just taking back what the Morris Family owes me. The rest is up to you. I won't get involved and don't want to get involved!"
