Silvia Waterborne furrowed her brows and reached for her phone to call Maxwell Peary.
Currently on the line.
"Maybe big brother will co over in a little while."
Evelyn Peary still knows his brother well; if this isn’t by big brother’s own will, then whoever can concoct such things must be family.
Samuel Peary from the old house couldn’t have done it.
Perhaps, it’s Grandpa.
"Mom, if Grandpa really did this, what should we do?"
Big brother certainly can’t deal with Grandpa.
"Don’t worry about it now, after all, we still don’t know. If it turns out to be true... I will go with your brother when the ti cos."
After saying that, Silvia Waterborne sat there.
Though still very worried, at least she felt a bit relieved.
As expected, it wasn’t long before Maxwell Peary showed up at Madgar Pavilion.
"Big brother."
Evelyn Peary imdiately went to greet him, looking at Maxwell Peary with eyes full of concern.
"Don’t overthink it, Mom, you and I will go together, first to the old house and bring that person along."
Today he intends to see what Grandpa wants to do.
Within the Peary Clan, he has never done anything to defy him.
And besides, this matter doesn’t really concern him.
He wants to see what kind of affairs make him dare to involve his own grandson.
After speaking, he turned and left.
Silvia Waterborne furrowed her brows; Maxwell Peary’s actions had already indicated that Grandpa was indeed behind it.
She really had no idea what Grandpa intended to do.
"Evelyn, you stay here."
After saying that, Silvia Waterborne hurriedly followed Maxwell Peary.
Old House—
Samuel Peary looked at the newspaper in front of him, brows deeply knit.
It seed like the Swan Family had been pushed too far.
Unexpectedly, they resorted to such tactics at this ti.
"Master, the young master and Miss Silvia Waterborne have arrived."
The servant ca in to inform him.
Samuel Peary was taken aback, nodded, tidied up his appearance, and then stepped out of the study.
In the Living Room, Maxwell Peary exuded a chilling aura as he sat there, Phoebe Harris cautiously watching from nearby.
Seeing Samuel Peary descend the stairs, she imdiately approached.
"Master, look at this situation, they don’t respect at all, even accusing , showing no semblance of a younger generation."
Phoebe Harris imdiately started complaining, and after she finished, she looked at Samuel Peary.
Unfortunately, Samuel Peary didn’t even glance at her; as he approached, he focused his gaze on Silvia Waterborne.
"Master.."
Phoebe Harris felt utterly defeated, enveloped in a sense of resentnt.
Every ti Silvia Waterborne appeared, Samuel Peary’s attention was not on her, and he wouldn’t even acknowledge her.
It was really too much.
Thinking this, Phoebe Harris’s face twisted with malevolence, her hands clenched tightly.
One day, she will make sure Silvia Waterborne is disgraced.
Isn’t she a legend in the Entertainnt Circle?
Isn’t she a Goddess?
Sooner or later, there will be payback, when you deceive the public, you should fall for just a mont.
After considering all this, Phoebe Harris smiled at them.
"Butler, why haven’t the refreshnts been served yet? Hurry up and go urge them."
Phoebe Harris glanced at the butler nearby and imdiately spoke.
This statent also bore a slight declaration of sovereignty.
She was the real mistress of the Peary household, so what did Silvia Waterborne count for?
"No need."
Suddenly, Silvia Waterborne stood up from the sofa and reached for the bag placed to the side.
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