"What are you staring at like that for, boy? What, are you going to break with your grandfather for that girl?" Ian Douglas, feeling uneasy under such a cold and unfamiliar gaze for a few seconds, squints his thin eyes and tightens his lips, asking coldly.
Matthew Saxon chuckles, glancing at him a few more seconds before pulling back his gaze.
He curled his lips and said calmly, "Since grandfather refuses to help, I have no choice but to seek other ans. I shouldn’t have co this ti. I asked the wrong person and disturbed you, Grandfather."
"I hope you take care of yourself, Grandfather. I won’t take up your ti any longer."
After speaking, he no longer appeals to Ian Douglas, and actually turns to leave.
This ti, Ian Douglas becos unsure, starting to panic.
"Stop, you little rascal, where do you think you’re going?" Ian Douglas is so furious he blows his beard and glares.
"Since Grandfather won’t help, there are always those willing to risk things for money. Do you think I can’t find soone to sail out? I just thought it would be more convenient and reliable here with Grandfather, but clearly, I shouldn’t waste my ti here." As he spoke, he didn’t pause, and after finishing, he had already walked out the door.
Ian Douglas shouted several tis behind him, but couldn’t make him stop.
"Soone, stop him for !" In a rush and fury, Ian Douglas chased after him without thinking.
When he got out, he saw Matthew Saxon had already walked to the car, George opened the door, and he bent down to get into the car.
"Wait, let’s discuss the matter you just ntioned!" Ian Douglas couldn’t let him leave.
Speaking of the family’s yacht and captain, they’re much safer and more reliable, even if this excursion would be dangerous, the risk factor is surely less than those Matthew finds himself.
"I don’t have ti to consider anymore, Grandfather, either agree now, or I will leave imdiately." Sitting inside the car, under the soft warm yellow light, his narrow eyes faintly reveal nurous bloodshots, and his perfectly handso face shows so decadence and darkness under the fatigue and oppressed rage for a long ti.
Rain pours down like water.
So small pits on the ground are already filled with murky muddy water.
Ian Douglas’s face is as cold and dark as the gloomy sky, full of anger he can’t express.
He’s being threatened by his precious grandson.
But he has no way around it.
If he doesn’t compromise, how can he watch helplessly as he rushes blindly, then falls into real danger?
Ultimately, there’s no solution, he can only sigh deeply with unwillingness, compromising in a tone of suppressed anger yet helplessness, "You little rascal, always liked to go against since you were small, causing worry back then and still causing worry now. You insist on finding that girl, what else can Grandfather do?"
"Rember, no matter what happens, safety cos first. Grandfather waits for you to bring that girl back."
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Going out to sea in a massive storm, the danger faced is imaginable.
The yacht soon swayed in the huge waves after sailing for a while.
Even if it’s built more luxuriously, highly equipped, a luxury yacht accommodating hundreds, it still cannot stabilize under the storm’s assault.
Fortunately, halfway through the yacht’s course, the rain gradually lessened significantly, and the wind on the sea wasn’t as strong anymore.
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