“I’ll hand in my resignation to you tomorrow, Mr. Monty.”
Valentine sighed and spoke softly.
Conrad looked at Valentine sinisterly and spoke coldly, “What, you’re just going to wash your hands off this incident just like that?”
Valentine shook his head disappointingly and spoke, “That’s not what I meant, Mr. Monty. You know that someone has to take responsibility for all of this. It’s only right that I take the blame.”
Conrad halted and spoke solemnly, “Go back and calm down. I’m busy, we’ll talk about everything else next time.”
Conrad then left without turning back.
Exiting the hotel, Conrad drove straight to the quiet villa.
In the backyard was a middle-aged man in traditional clothing fishing by the lake. The sun was bright and the weather was good, but Conrad’s mood was despondent like an impending storm.
“Welcome home, Young Master,” a servant greeted.
Conrad waved him off and spoke indifferently, “You’re all excused. I want to talk to my dad alone.”
The servants left and Conrad sat beside Steven. His tone was full of despair when he spoke, “I lost again, Dad.”
Steven was focused on the particles floating on the surface of the lake. He did not seem to be too agitated about Conrad’s loss.
“I expected it.”
Conrad frowned slightly at Steven’s words. “Isn’t it a bit too late to say that, Dad?”
Steven smiled and replied meaningfully, “Do you know what the biggest difference between you and Jasper is?”
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