The headache of Duke Felix intensified. With his intelligence, did he not realize this might be a "strategy"?
No, this couldn't be called strategy; this was a damn conspiracy!
Duke Felix would bet his wife's ashes that it all seemed prepared, and then those foolish people just jumped in.
But as things had already happened, saying these words seemed meaningless, and more importantly, the young Count could produce evidence.
He didn't even question whether the evidence was real. Since the young Count could present it, it inevitably showed he wasn't afraid of others examining its authenticity.
The problem now was that if they wanted the young Count to back down, they must meet his conditions.
Hand over Kipling and the industries he stole, and make up for the stated twenty million losses.
The Duke sighed softly, looking up at the young junior in front of him, about the age of his grandson. As if casually asking, "Why did you place so much money in a financial company?"
