"Chapter 1255
The Yorks.
It was breakfast ti, and Mane York was missing from the table.
A maid ca to report, "Master, Mister, Madam, Young Miss said she has no appetite and doesn’t want to eat."
"Oh dear, that’s not good. She’s been sitting in her room ever since she ca ho last night. I’ll go call her." Mrs. York stood up.
Master lost his appetite too.
Mr. York said, "I just don’t understand our daughter. Why does she have to fall for a man who’s already taken? Isn’t she just setting herself up for heartbreak?"
"So, you’re blaming your daughter?" Master shot him a cold glare.
Mr. York responded, "You all spoil her too much, especially you, Dad."
"She’s my granddaughter. If I don’t spoil her, who will?" He said this as he rapped Mr. York lightly on the head as if reprimanding a child.
"Your thinking is flawed, siding with an outsider!"
"Am I siding with an outsider? I’m siding with reason. It’s clear to that Manie missed out, and that’s sothing we can’t help."
Master’s gaze was heavy, "I don’t care about the rest. I only care about Manie’s feelings. She’s upset now because she didn’t get what she wanted. This Alexander Foster, he truly is infuriating for not knowing what’s good for him."
Mr. York chuckled, "Dad, you’re being childish. Emotional matters can’t be calculated like that."
"Anyway, his grandfather intends to matchmake them as well, so this marriage couldn’t be better. As for Chloe Collins, she should voluntarily opt out."
"But...how? Dad, let tell you, Alexander pursued her. Now that he’s succeeded, do you think he would easily let go?"
Master sternly laughed, "You, you’ve lived for quite a number of years and learned nothing. n itch for what they can’t get, and tend not to cherish anything once they get it. So, arrange a eting with Alexander Foster and have a talk."
"I’m not going. It’s embarrassing." Mr. York lowered his head to eat breakfast, ignoring the conversation.
Just as Master was about to berate him, a ringtone interrupted.
Mr. York picked it up and after a while, put down his phone with an unpleasant expression.
"What happened?" Master asked in a deep voice.
"Nothing serious. It’s just that Jonathan Brown doesn’t want to renew his contract."
"Jonathan Brown?" Master frowned, puzzled.
Mr. York explained, "He’s the current chief designer of Gorman. His contract is due this month, and he says he’s not renewing."
"Not renewing his contract? What’s the reason for that? Is there a better place than our company? Arrange a eting with him and have a good talk."
As usual, Master’s words were sharp, as if conducting a military parade.
The Yorks are a military family. The family business has largely been supported by the state to grow and stabilize. Initially, Master wasn’t good at business; that was his wife’s specialty, while his career was focused on the military. Later, when his wife passed away, the responsibility of developing the family business fell on his children.
In that regard, Mr. York knew far more than Master.
Upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but smile faintly, "Dad, we can’t really say that. Given Jonathan’s current status in the industry, there might be many world-famous corporations offering him opportunities. If we want to retain him, our attitude can’t be so aggressive."
Master snorted, "He’s just a little designer. Our family is large and our business is huge. Gorman is just a small part of it. Should we bow and scrape because of him?"
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