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“Mr. Grant, please don’t scare <b>me</b>,” Charles said as his voice trembled slightly.
After Matthew’s reminder, he began to recall various details from Owen’s actions, which indeed seemed suspicious.
In <b>addition </b>to Matthew’s points, Charles remembered that when Matthew suggested that Sarah might not be dead, Owen not only wasn’tforted but firmly asserted that Sarah was <b>dead </b><b>and </b>his tone <b>didn’t </b>reflect the concern of a person searching for his niece,
<b>Charles </b>wondered, “How could this be? What does he want to do?”
Mathew’s expression remained calm and <b>his </b>gaze cool as always. <b>“</b>Wealthy families have always been like this and there’s nothing ridiculous about
To outsiders, after William’s passing, Owen appeared to be supporting the entire <b>Anderson </b>family. However, in reality, Owencked the ability and the one <b>truly </b>supporting the family was Olivia. It was normal for Owen to harbor ulterior motives so that the vast Anderson family estate would eventually fall to him.
However, with Olivia’s advanced age and fragile health, the Anderson family’s business would sooner orter belong to Owen and is didn’t make sense for him to resort to underhanded methods.
Nearby, the butler and other Anderson family servants hadn’t gone far so Charles lowered his voice, reluctant to say more. He fell deeply unsettled by <b>the </b><b>situation</b>, thinking that Owen seemed far moreplex than he appeared.
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Mr. Grant, do you think. Miss Sarah is <b>dead </b>as Mr. Owen said, or could there be something hidden!”
It <b>was </b>obvious that Owen had hidden <b>some </b>things, <b>and </b>perlups even this incident was fabricated
If that was the case, Sarah might still be <b>alive</b>.
Upon hearing this, Mathew’s eyes narrowed slightly and his gaze turned inscrutable. He absentmindedly rubbed the engagement <b>ring </b>on his left ring finger and the atmosphere in the car was eerie,
Then, he leaned back in his seat with his long legs crossed. Charles thought that Matthew was going to reveal some secrets from those wealthy families <b>and </b>leaned in, but Matthew’s lips twitched faintly and <b>said</b>, “Enough talk, let’s go home,”
Charles pleaded, “No, Mr. Grant…”
Manhew i threatened him. “Say one more word and your year–end bonus is docked by 2 thousand dors.”
Charles was speechless, wondering if Matthew <b>was </b>a true devil..
However, he could only hold his curiosity back, not content that Manew had purposely kept him in suspense when he was eager to hear more. Mathew didn’t deny the possibility of Sarah still being alive, but he <b>wasn’t </b>interested in delving further.
He was from the Grant <b>family</b>, and the affairs of the <b>Anderson </b>Family were none of his concem. Sull out of respect, Olivia <b>was </b><b>just </b>like her grandmother and if Owen dared to harm her, Matthew had a hundred <b>ways </b>to make him regret it.
Lost in thought, the scenery y outside the car windows retreated. When Matthew snapped back to reality, he noticed a familiarndscape and frowned slightly, asking, “Why are we heading this way?”
Even if he had amnesia<b>, </b>he would recognize the road back to the Grant Manor
<b>Matthew’s </b>displeasure was evident in his voice, which puzzled Charles. “Mr. Grant, didn’t you just say we were going home?
Matthew was slightly stunned.
Indeed, whenever he <b>said </b>“home” in the past, it referred to the Grand Manor, <b>But </b>just now, he intended to return to Slotmond Estate, yet be automatically said “home.” It turned out that subconsciously, he had already treated the house where he and Valerie lived as home.
The feeling was strange to him.
Afraid of angering <b>Matthew </b>and leading <b>to </b>a deduced bonus<b>, </b>Charles asked cautiously, “Mr. Grant, should we drive back to Slotmond Estate?