9|Treat Me Kindly

I thought Grandpa was just inviting me to have dinner with him. I had prepared a lot of questions in my head to ask. I couldn't do that if there were other people with us.

Grandpa smirked. He glanced at the door and the man standing beside the table simultaneously. "You've only been CEO for a few days and already feel superior to me? Can't you knock before entering a room?"

Farrell was stunned for a moment before he turned around and walked out of the room. I frowned at his behavior. Shortly after, the door was knocked and opened. He entered and closed the door behind him before standing where he had been earlier.

"Good evening, Grandpa. Thank you for inviting me to come," he greeted him politely.

However, I could see he wasn't sincere. What was wrong with him? I'd never seen him be so insolent toward his grandfather.

"You're a CEO, but don't forget. You don't have any influence over the shareholders. I can take that position off your hands effortlessly. Twenty-five percent is big, but