"A business without capital?" Abbott Wayland looked at his grandfather in astonishment, "How can it be..."
Are so many jadeite gems called Lingzhu jewelry free of charge?
A business without capital?
"Sophie Wilson is..." Abbott stuttered, asking.
Just as Old Mr. Wayland was about to nod, Abbott cried out in surprise, "A bandit?"
Old Mr. Wayland almost strained his neck with the nodding motion, his eyes widening in disbelief.
The grandson he had high hopes for, who was most gifted to inherit his mantle, had come to such a conclusion?
Meanwhile, Abbott hadn't even noticed the expression on Old Mr. Wayland's face; he was still pondering to himself, "If a bandit, did they rob the origin site? How did they transport it to the domestic market... hey, Grandpa, why are you hitting me?"
Old Mr. Wayland withdrew his hand, glaring at him fiercely, "Robbing? What era do you think this is?"
Abbott looked at his grandfather, contemplating whether he had misunderstood.
