"Ahem. What's that supposed to mean? What's wrong with being a celebrity? Uncle, you used to be one, too." Quincy Grayson retorted with a straight face, completely oblivious that he was digging his own grave.
Tristan Grayson's handsome face darkened as he said unhappily, "The past is the past. This is now. You little brat, you're making headlines every other day. How do you expect to ever find a wife?"
"If I could find a wife as beautiful as my aunt, I'd definitely follow your example and quit showbiz too, Uncle," Quincy Grayson teased, sauntering over to the desk and placing the contract on its surface.
Without waiting for Tristan Grayson or Mika Summers to react, he shoved his hands in his pockets and left the office.
Watching Quincy Grayson leave, Tristan Grayson was fuming. "That brat is getting more and more out of line."
