The aura of a person, it’s such a mysterious thing, has nothing to do with age.
Gavin Lynch forced himself to calm down, repeatedly reassuring himself that Warren Prescott was only around the sa age as his daughter.
Perhaps the self-suggestion worked a bit, Gavin turned his head, as if just seeing Warren co down, his expression of surprise was quite genuine.
"Warren, when did you co down?"
Warren smirked and played along.
"Ah! Uncle Lynch, what brings you here? Grandpa said we had guests, I didn’t expect it to be you. By the way, why is Rosalind kneeling?"
Warren’s reaction was completely unexpected for Gavin.
He gave a forced smile.
"I, I told her to kneel."
"Huh?" Warren looked even more surprised than Gavin.
This man seed slightly inebriated, yet his act could bring you to tears.
Elder Prescott gave a silent thumbs-up in his mind.
If his grandson entered the entertainnt industry, he could be an award-winning actor.
Gavin had no choice but to start from the beginning.
"You see... Warren, Uncle watched you grow up, so I’ll get straight to the point. The incident at the banquet, it was all because Rosalind cares about you too much, which is why she did sothing so absurd."
Warren glanced at Rosalind, the confusion on his face only grew.
"The incident at the banquet? Which banquet? What incident?"
If Gavin still couldn’t tell Warren was doing this on purpose, he would have lived in vain.
Gavin took a deep breath and braced himself: "At the banquet, Rosalind deliberately tripped an innocent girl, and when I found out, I had already reprimanded her at ho, just hoping that you could forgive her this once."
"Just once?"
"Hm?"
Warren smiled with amusent.
"This isn’t the first ti, is it?"
"What do you an?"
Warren calmly pulled out his phone from his pocket.
With a sense of foreboding, Rosalind released her lip, which she had been biting, and cried out tearfully, "Warren..."
She was pleading.
Warren ignored her and played the videos he prepared before coming down.
There were two clips in total.
One was from the incident by the poolside five years ago, the other was from recently at the cinema, when Rosalind wronged Ashley Shaw.
He later retrieved the surveillance footage, not to confirm the truth again, but to feel he might have a use for it one day.
And here it was, being put to use.
And so soon.
Rosalind’s face turned ghostly pale, and Gavin’s expression was far from pleasant.
As for Elder Prescott, he had always suspected that the pool incident wasn’t sothing Ashley Shaw would do.
But to witness the blatant truth again, especially seeing the deceased Mrs. Lynch bowing repeatedly, it felt like one slap after another on his face.
Back then, Ashley had just co to the house, and he didn’t know the young girl’s character, plus Rosalind’s look of fear seed genuine.
So afterward, he also sat Ashley down and lectured her.
Now that he thinks about it, the lecture he gave Ashley back then was like slapping himself in the face.
Truly embarrassing!
He, an old man with one foot in the grave, had never felt so ashad.
Only Warren, who had worn a smile throughout it all.
"Uncle Lynch, do you still think this is a ’one-ti’ thing?"
"Warren..." Gavin awkwardly looked Warren straight in the eye.
This was the first ti today he had directly faced Warren—in previous instances, he had avoided Warren’s gaze due to guilt.
While hesitating whether to slap Rosalind in front of Warren’s face, he noticed the glaring slap mark on Warren’s face.
He paused in surprise and subconsciously blurted, "Your face..."
"Oh." Warren nonchalantly rubbed the hit left side of his face, saying, "You an this... Ashley Shaw did it."
Gavin was stunned again, and kneeling on the ground, Rosalind also suddenly lifted her head.
Seeing the slap mark on Warren’s face, Rosalind and Gavin showed the sa shocked expression.
Yet Warren was unashad, treating the slap mark as if it were his badge of honor, half-raising his face to display it fully.
Once the father and daughter’s shock deepened, Warren spoke slowly and deliberately.
"So, Uncle Lynch, if you want to diate over that matter, I’m afraid I can’t help you. That girl has a bad temper, likes to slap people over disagreents, I’m actually scared..."
Elder Prescott could hardly endure any longer, coughing twice heavily: "Cough cough!"
Only then did Warren restrain his thoroughly provocative deanor.
"But that being said, with the relationship between our families, I certainly won’t sit idly by."
A trace of hope appeared in Gavin’s previously despairing expression.
"Tell , how can we pacify Miss Shaw?"
He couldn’t help but hear that Warren was hinting openly and implicitly that resolving the problem required working on Ashley Shaw, not putting on an act of confession to him.
As long as Ashley Shaw was appeased, the matter would be resolved from Warren’s side.
"You na it, and we’ll surely do it."
Gavin sincerely showed his approach.
He ca over with the intention of resolving this matter, and without Warren’s nod, those trending searches would never go away.
Warren chuckled, this ti the smile reached his eyes.
People need to be sincere for things to proceed smoothly.
After pretending to think it over, he said: "Alright then, based on my understanding of that girl, you only need to do two things to placate her."
"Na them, even if it’s twenty things, we agree."
"No need for that much. First, the young girl took quite a fall and may have a permanent scar on her forehead. You’ve seen her, she’s very pretty, leaving a scar would be a sha..."
Rosalind bit her lip hard as Warren continued speaking.
"So, compensation might be required."
"How much?" Gavin knew that playing adult tricks wouldn’t work on Warren, so he just asked directly.
"Five million, not much, right?"
Gavin’s hands, hanging by his sides, clenched, but soon released.
"Not much, I can accept that."
The money spent suppressing the trending topics in the past two days was more than five million.
"Alright then. Write a check later, I’ll deliver it for you...so she doesn’t throw a childish tantrum and hit you as well."
"..." Gavin tightly clenched his back teeth, nearing the edge of losing his mind.
He managed to hold on.
"And the second thing?"
"The second thing is even simpler."
Warren’s gaze fell on Rosalind.
Rosalind instinctively shrunk her neck, hearing Warren say: "Doesn’t Rosalind have a social dia account? Seems like it has a fair number of followers. Just use that account to publicly apologize. There’s no need to ntion Ashley, she’s shy and doesn’t like being in the spotlight."
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