Dylan Grant was so exasperated he laughed.
He said, "You're really something else."
'A little tyrant spoiled by the family since childhood, who only ever knew how to go against him.'
Evelyn Grant crossed her arms, tilting her chin up with a soft hmph. "Just tell me if you agree or not."
"You need to give Chloe some space, too. Let her be alone or hang out with friends. If you keep pressuring her like that, your relationship will only get worse."
She then added, "Of course, it's useless even if you don't agree. I'll slash your tires."
This time, Dylan Grant laughed for real.
Amused by his sister's brazen threat, the tension around his eyes eased. He wasn't angry.
"Alright, alright. How would I dare provoke you, Your Highness? Threatening to slash my tires at the drop of a hat. You little ingrate, give me my five million back."
"Money in my pocket is my money."
