Chapter 100

His gaze was profound as he looked over.

"I know you're reluctant in your heart."

"But this marriage arrangement is entirely beneficial for you."

"Grandpa's intentions are for your own good. I hope you understand."

Grandpa Frederick had dominated the business world for decades.

He was deeply familiar with the survival rule of the strong preying on the weak.

For Adrian Sinclair to gain a firm foothold in this cutthroat circle.

An arranged marriage was an indispensable part.

Adrian's knuckles tightened slightly.

"Grandpa, I understand."

He didn't want to worry the old man.

But the things he desired.

He had always seized them through his own efforts.

Amid the curling tea fragrance.

Grandpa Frederick suddenly remembered something.

"How was the inspection of the San Francisco branch?"

A cold light flickered in Adrian's eyes.

He recalled those shocking accounts.

"There are many problems."

"Development has lagged."

"The accounts are unclear."

The last sentence carried implied meaning.

Grandpa Frederick sighed heavily.

That useless son of his.

Had ultimately disappointed him profoundly.

He patted his grandson's hand.

"You've done very well."

"This inspection didn't disappoint me."

Adrian looked at the old man's weary eyes.

His voice softened.

"Grandpa, you don't need to worry about these matters."

"I'm old, and my strength is failing me."

Grandpa Frederick waved his hand.

"Handle this matter strictly by the book."

"Don't worry about sparing my feelings."

Henry hurried forward to support him.

The old man hobbled up the stairs.

Adrian turned and walked into the study.

The lights flickered on abruptly.

He sat before the computer.

The screen's cold glow illuminated his deep-set features.

The sound of keyboard typing.

Was particularly clear in the silent night.

Early the next morning.

The sky was still dark.

A shrill ringtone shattered the tranquility.

Anna Ross turned over.

Wanting to continue sleeping.

But was awakened by the incessant incoming call.

Mia Lawrence mumbled drowsily.

"Anna, sleep a little longer..."

Then sank back into dreamland.

Anna grabbed her phone.

She knew who it was without looking.

Who else would be so urgently demanding this early.

Other than Adrian Sinclair.

A deep, magnetic voice came through.

"Get up. Time for work."

Anna silently screamed in frustration.

Work, work.

Always pushing her to work.

Even workhorses weren't driven this hard.

She resigned herself to getting up.

Tidied herself up at the fastest speed.

And hurried downstairs.