Kennedy went to a room in Lake Residence.
He knocked carefully on the door and asked softly, "Mr. Max Lake, are you awake?" "The young master doesn't like to be disturbed when he's sleeping." Kennedy had just finished speaking when a somewhat old voice rang beside him.
Kennedy was startled by the sudden voice.
He immediately turned and looked at the speaker-a thin old man in a suit.
He knew the old man.
After Max arrived last night, this old man had been helping Max with his daily routine.
Kennedy remembered that Max had called the old man Mr. Shay.
Max did not treat Don Shay like a servant but more like an elder.
Kennedy could not help but humble himself slightly as he thought of it.
He looked at Don and said solemnly, "Mr. Shay, I didn't mean to interrupt Mr. Max Lake's rest.
It's just that there were some short-sighted fools at Lake Residence who not only attacked the Lake family but also insulted him." Don's gaze grew solemn, and his old eyes glimmered coldly.
Don stared coldly at Kennedy and asked solemnly, "What did they say?" "T-They called Mr. Max Lake a loser living in Mr. Blaze Lake's shadow and can only strut his stuff in a small place like Ocean City," Kennedy stammered.
He made it all up himself.
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