Well, Maxwell Peary is indeed Maxwell Peary, truly manipulative.
Probably, no one could escape being calculated by him.
Poor Charles Northwood, now he's going to be used too.
"Also, things should get interesting on Phoebe Harris's side, isn't the Harris Family the old man's confidant? Let's make things difficult for them."
"No problem."
Alan Morgan agreed to handle these matters one by one.
After a long while, without hearing Maxwell Peary's voice, he looked up at Young Master Peary.
He saw a trace of loneliness and sadness flash in his eyes.
He...
must be thinking of Yancy Hastings, after all, it's a big deal.
In the past, if the Military District wanted to do something, it was always Yancy Hastings who took action.
Now...
Yancy Hastings sacrificed himself.
Thinking of this, a bit of loneliness appeared on Alan Morgan's face too.
"Boss, is there anything else?"
Maxwell Peary was startled, only then realizing he was distracted.
"Not for now."
