"You're not afraid I might be colluding with CEO Caddel to trick you?" Jasmine Yale tried to steady him. "You know your eldest son isn't that simple."
"He can fool me, but you can't. You know how long it takes me to see through a person? Three minutes. Your eyes, your tone, your expression all tell me you don't know anything. You're very simple—so simple you're exactly like her."
"You really are an Old Fox."
Behind Navy Caddel's lenses was a pair of shrewd, razor‑sharp eyes. Hearing Jasmine Yale's comment, he gave a mocking laugh. "In the business world, how many people aren't foxes? Don't tell me you actually think my eldest son is honest and kind to everyone? He's rotten with scheming down to the bone. However long you've been with him is how long you've been fooled by him."
Navy Caddel's Kong Hong accent was unhurried, his face wearing a mocking smile, as if he were sneering at Jasmine Yale's ignorance and naivety.
