Jill nearly fell to the ground. She could not believe her ears.The girl asked dumbfoundedly, “Grandfather Tate, what… what did you say?” “My name is Jordan Tate.” Old Master Tate might be old, but he was still alert. A simple glance from him was enough to make Jill’s legs go weak. The old man said coldly, “I was on the second floor just now, and I witnessed everything that you said and did.” Then, he raised an arm and took Sally’s invitation from her, which was already missing a corner, and gazed at it. “I wrote these very words that Miss Larson deemed were hideous, and similar to the scrawl of a first-grader.” Jill lost all strength in her legs. If no one had caught her, she would have ended up kneeling next to Queenie. She gritted her teeth. “Grandpa Tate, you’re… you’re joking, right?” The handwriting on the invitation was so ugly, how could it have been the handwriting of the previous head of the Tate household?“Miss Larson, do I look like I’m joking?” Old M
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