"What?" Roy Thompson roared so loud it shook the roof, but Eldest Young Master Grant only listened to the first two words before neatly hanging up.
On the other end of the line, Roy was panting like an ox. Damn it, the Morgan Family really had a death wish!
The delicate-looking teen standing behind Roy stepped forward, holding a tablet in his hands. He lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, this is the video Eldest Young Master Grant sent over. Please try to control your temper."
Roy watched the video from beginning to end, then raised his hand, ready to smash the tablet.
The boy stopped him, snatching it back in one swift move. He looked at Roy in displeasure and said coldly, "Young Master, this is my property."
"You bastard! Give it to me so I can smash it, I'll give you a million!" Roy was about to explode. He shot to his feet and tried to grab it again, only to be blocked by the boy once more.
