Mason Nightshade raised an eyebrow and tied his robe, "How could his wife bear it?"
"Of course, it's not really about leaving, just talk." Grayson Quinn was about to speak when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, Mrs. Rong stood behind it, surprised to see him for a moment.
Grayson Quinn smiled and accepted the coffee, "Mrs. Rong, could you please bring me a bottle of wine, the best and most expensive one?" He paused and added.
"Sure, Young Master Quinn, please wait a moment." Mrs. Rong agreed, puzzled.
Oh, when did Young Master Quinn arrive? How come she didn't see him enter through the door?
Mrs. Rong left, and Grayson Quinn took a sip of coffee, continuing, "Back when she married Hadriel Wilson, she helped him secure the principal's position. Now that Hadriel Wilson's status is solidified, he wants to abandon his faithful wife, so she's not willing to take such a hit."
"Speaking of which, the reason why they are at odds now has a lot to do with your wife."
