When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 609: Almost Died of Anger

Brandon Lancaster felt deeply humiliated, his face turned green as he glanced at the words and at his grandfather’s terrifying expression. He couldn’t refuse at all.

He could only nod sincerely, "Yes."

The old man instructed again, "Rember these words by heart, and use them to remind yourself every day from now on."

"Yes." He appeared earnest, as though ready to and his ways.

"You may leave." The old man issued a dismissal, not intending to keep him there for the night!

Brandon could only awkwardly and carefully fold the three-ter-long characters gently and hold them in hand, "Grandfather, then I... when I have ti, I will co back to visit you."

His words were polite, but inwardly he felt very resentful.

The old man stood with a stern face, hands behind his back, eyes closed, ignoring him.

Suppressing his anger and not erupting only because this child is a mber of the Lancaster Family, and he had just knelt down.

After a while, Brandon stepped out, managing his emotions and expression at the staircase.

No matter how embarrassed, he couldn’t let the butler and servants see, couldn’t lose face.

"Walk safely, Master Brandon!"

Seeing him descend the stairs and stride out, the servants bowed respectfully.

But he knew, in this house, his status would never match Adrian Lancaster’s.

In the snow-covered courtyard.

His close aide, Eastwood, saw him coming out from afar, hurriedly opened the front passenger door, waited for him to get in, closed the door for him, and quickly returned to the driver’s seat to start the car.

Night deepens... with a slight chill.

"Master Brandon, what are you holding?" Eastwood, driving, his close aide, and considered a friend, asked curiously.

Brandon with a stern face, "Grandfather’s writing, help find soone to fra it and hang it in the living room tomorrow." Damn, it’s so insulting!

If friends ask in the future why hanging such characters, whose masterpiece it is, how should he answer?

Eastwood’s curiosity grew, what was written?? But have to hang it?

Why look so upset after receiving words?

Usually, Master Brandon doesn’t like these artsy things; it doesn’t suit his personality.

"Okay." But since he instructed, he must accomplish it excellently.

Eastwood, trying to lighten the mood, laughed, "I know Argent has the best framing shop; many artists collaborate with them."

Brandon glanced over, warning, "Keep a low profile! Buy the materials yourself and fra it for !"

"..." Eastwood startled, glanced at him once, not knowing why he was so angry.

Though puzzled, quickly nodded, "Sure."

"Damn Adrian Lancaster!" The man in the passenger seat couldn’t help but curse.

Driving, Eastwood’s heart trembled, questioning, "What about him?"

"Grandfather suggested my mom and I go to the division in the Netherlands, saying it’s for to rejoin Prestige; laughed my ass off! Is this a return? It’s damn far away! Who doesn’t know Prestige Group only acknowledges the Argent headquarters?! This lousy idea is that Adrian Lancaster guy’s doing!"

In all his complaints, Eastwood picked up the main point, the old man wanted him in the Netherlands.

So...

Gripping the steering wheel, eyes forward, Eastwood thought a mont, asking, "So what’s your plan then?"

"I’m definitely not going! Am I an idiot?" Brandon vented his emotions, "Adrian Lancaster wait for ! Don’t get happy too soon!"

Eastwood, hearing this, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he heard him pick up his phone to dial a number, "Mr. Young, are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner?"

The person on the other side was Elias Young, the relationship between them was hard to describe.