The Vengeful Son-in-law novel Chapter 135

Tom naturally knew that Martin had sent someone to follow him, but he didn't take it to heart at all. Whether it was Martin or Rory, they were all small fry, not worth mentioning.

When he returned to the ZQ Inc, he immediately threw himself into the new work. He planned to set up a new advertising company and he meant it. It was already in the pipeline.

The 50 billion dollars that grandpa left him was not for him to earn interest in the bank, and his ambition was definitely beyond that.

This afternoon, he was mainly planning for the new company.

Just as he was about to get off work, he received a call from Dylan.

When he saw the caller ID, he immediately frowned. Ever since he took over the ZQ Inc from Samuel, he had not contacted the Howards, and Samuel had never looked for him again.

He didn't care much about the Howards himself.

What did Dylan want from him?

After thinking about it, he picked up the phone and immediately heard Dylan's fawning voice. "Hello, Brother Tom, it's me, Dylan."

"Well, what's the matter?" Tom's tone was flat.

Dylan said respectfully, "Brother Tom, here is the thing. The clan meeting is about to be held soon. The elders want you to come back this year. After all, you are the heir of the Howards. Everyone is looking forward to your return."

Hearing this, Tom couldn't help but laugh. "Really? Why didn't you ask me to go back before?"

Dylan said awewarkdly, "It was that there was a misunderstanding before. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared, everyone wants you to come back. Besides, you haven't come back to visit grandpa for a long time. This time, the master of the family picked a good day and planned to change grandpa to a new resting place."

Grandpa...

Tom's mood immediately became complicated. In his mind, he couldn't help but think of his grandfather's dignified and kind face.

He didn't even get to say goodbye to his grandfather, and his heart ached at the thought!

In the entire the Howards, grandpa was the only one kind to him.

Tom went silent for a moment, and Dylan did not dare to disturb Tom's thoughts.

"What did grandpa leave behind?" Tom asked.

Dylan was a little stunned and said awkwardly, "I don't know about this either. The master of the family was the one who settled the affairs after he was gone."

"Date." Tom asked again, abruptly.

Dylan said hurriedly, "It's the 28th of this month. I can pick you up myself..."

Tom hung up the phone without giving him a chance to finish.

"How was it? Did he agree?"

Behind Dylan stood a young man who was playing golf. He was dressed all over and had famous brands all over his body. He exuded a sense of nobility. At a glance, anyone could tell that he was a rich man born with a silver spoon.

After saying this, he swung his club gracefully, slammed the golf ball out, with it drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and then the ball steadily fell into the hole, causing the crowd to exclaim.