Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Hush Money
With a lazy glance, Matthew Saxon said nonchalantly, "Could I have rembered wrongly? Wasn’t it you, Grandpa, lying on my bed, holding the photo album, flipping through my pictures and crying?"
"Cough, cough, cough..." Scarlett Yates, who had just caught her breath, choked again, her face turning beet red as her chest shook with coughs.
An eerie image involuntarily flashed through her mind.
Suddenly, she felt a bit sorry for Ian Douglas.
Having such a sneaky and shaless grandson was truly a sad thing.
The poor old man was so infuriated by his own grandson that he was glaring, his mustache puffing and teeth rattling.
In an instant, all his graceful and charming deanor vanished, his handso face twisted into a grimace, "You little brat, I think you’re itching for a beating. Old Spencer, quickly bring the family rules here, I need to properly teach this disrespectful descendant a lesson today."
The dignified image he had painstakingly established earlier was all destroyed, Ian Douglas was hopping mad.
He originally wanted to put on a show in front of this Yates girl so this little girl would fear him, but now his secrets were laid bare, how could he keep up the act?
His most humiliating and shaful past was suddenly exposed, how could he hold on to his dignity and pride in the future?!
Seeing Scarlett Yates’ barely suppressed laughter, Ian Douglas was even more infuriated, gnashing his teeth.
They say daughters cannot be kept once they’ve grown up, his precious daughter refused to heed his advice back then, stubbornly marrying that unreliable kid Roy Saxon, who gave birth to a little brat just like his disobedient mother, frequently opposing him and nearly angering him to death.
How did Ian Douglas’ life turn out so miserable?
This little brat used to be so adorable and well-behaved, how did he grow up into this devilish persona?
Truly not likable at all!
Uncle Spencer, seeming quite accustod to such scenarios, shook his head helplessly before smiling again, "Master, the dishes taste best while still hot, once they’re cold, their flavor changes. If you want to discipline the young master, at least wait until after the al, otherwise, wouldn’t a table full of good dishes go to waste?"
Ian Douglas maintained a stern face, coldly snorting, "This brat has already filled
up with rage, who needs to eat?"
Uncle Spencer knew his temper, no matter how harsh the words sounded, they were just contradictory statents; he was never truly willing to discipline the young master, he was just setting the stage to let him off the hook.
Ah, the master, the older he gets, the more childlike his temperant becos.
As the renowned Boss Douglas, outside he had to maintain his pride, but once in the presence of his close ones, his true self was revealed.
If others saw him like this, their eyes would probably pop out in shock.
Uncle Spencer helplessly looked towards Matthew Saxon, "Young Master..."
To untie the bell, one must know how to tie it; to calm the master’s anger, only the young master could placate him.
But who knew, instead of understanding Uncle Spencer’s hint and smoothing things over, Matthew Saxon added fuel to the fire, "If Grandpa thinks this matter damages your dignity, I can refrain from ntioning it in the future, but..."
"You little brat, are you trying to threaten ?" Ian Douglas’s expression darkened from livid to black.
Matthew Saxon’s thin lips curved into a faint, delighted smile as he spoke slowly, "If I don’t get a satisfactory hush money, I can’t make any guarantees."
As Scarlett Yates watched Ian Douglas, so angry that the veins were popping out on his forehead, a look of sympathy flickered in her eyes.
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