And now, if he really wanted to confront his good son, he thought he probably wouldn't be able to win.
But, so what.
He still had the most important thing in hand!
Thinking of this, Mr. Drexler smiled slightly and then said indifferently.
"But it doesn't matter, I'm already old, in a few years I'll be six feet under, and the future of the Drexler Family doesn't concern me much."
He didn't care about, what he wanted, wasn't the Drexler Family at all!
When he finished speaking, Noah Drexler frowned deeply.
Summer Shawcross's expression changed as well. Although she couldn't fully understand their conversation, she could grasp the general idea.
She didn't understand what Mr. Drexler's true intentions were.
If he didn't care about the Drexler Family, then why insist on Noah Drexler returning?
If what he wanted wasn't power, wasn't wealth... then what could it be?
As Summer Shawcross was looking puzzled at Mr. Drexler, he suddenly spoke again.
