The old man had seemed to be proud and arrogant in the past. Since when had he become so submissive?
“Grandpa.” Cordelia pushed the urge to laugh down and held her husband’s hand gently under the table. “I actually feel like having sushi too. And unagi-don!”
“Oh…” Liam gave it some thought and shot Clark a look.
Clark nodded. The Ilbon chef perked up and stood straight, taking a deep bow before answering sonorously, “Hai!”
He then went to the kitchen to prepare the food.
Zephyr looked like he was in despair as he slowly exhaled.
The manor felt oppressive. He might as well refuse to eat the next time he came back. His grandfather would not just watch the heir he had personally trained starve, right? His wife would feel bad for him too and might treat him better—maybe increase his allowance and give him back the black card…
He decided then and there to do it!
Zephyr beamed and enjoyed the sashimi in front of him.
“Mr. Zephyr.” Clark came in with a document. “These are the sponsorship details for the University of Centrolis next year. See—”
Zephyr was about to take the document when Liam interrupted lightly. “Give it to Cordelia. She calls the shots now!”
“Huh? Grandpa?” Zephyr paused.
“Right, I forgot to tell you.” Liam wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I think Cordelia’s very professional when it comes to finance management—practical too, much stronger than you! So I decided to not just hand over the family finances to her. The company finances can be slowly passed over to her as well!”
Zephyr widened his eyes. “Then I—”
“Your ability to make money is still decent.” Liam had done his calculations. “You’ll make money, and Cordelia will handle the money. Won’t it be great?”
“…Yes, it’ll be pretty good.”
Zephyr grimaced. Thinking of the “commission” he had made after last night’s hard work, he put on a pitiful smile.
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