When he saw the first post, Ian Douglas thought he was seeing things.
Though he was in his early fifties, he wasn't yet at the age where his eyesight was failing. He was taken aback, rubbed his eyes, looked again, and felt even more incredulous. He handed the tablet to Uncle Spencer sitting across from him: "Old Spencer, take a look for me. Is the person in the picture that little brat?"
Uncle Spencer took the tablet and carefully scrutinized it per his master's request. His face showed surprise as well. Moments later, he turned his head and frowned, saying, "Sir, I've confirmed it. The person in the photo is indeed the young master."
Ian Douglas's face immediately darkened: "What? It really is that little brat? Is there something wrong with his brain? Doing something so absurd!"
The dignified President of Seymour Group was actually wearing women's accessories to sell popcorn—does that brat not feel embarrassed?
