Chapter 1292

Silas was heartbroken, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably as he felt agitated and distressed.

"Did you give her all the shares you held?"

Conrad’s tone was calm.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I had no other choice."

Conrad stopped speaking for a period of time.

After Silas had finished crying and regained his composure, he said, "Don't worry. I'll find a way to get back the lost shares."

"How are you going to do that?" Conrad’s tone remained indifferent. "I reckon they are no longer in her possession."

“Madam Beryl is such a calculating person. It's unlikely anyone could trick her into giving up her shares willingly, right?"

“She was not tricked. She voluntarily handed them over," Conrad said, his amber eyes becoming sharp and cold. "She's likely a puppet of someone behind the scenes."

Silas was dumbfounded.

If Conrad could say something like that, he must have remembered a lot.

“Silas.” Conrad’s voice held a hint of pain. "Does Fia have a grave?"

“…No. Back then, Madam