Nolan Grant's words were clearly meant to provoke, laced with both sarcasm and insult.
Normally, Damian Fairchild would have punched him by now.
But Damian Fairchild held back.
Still, the invisible aura emanating from him was sharp and intimidating.
He looked at Nolan Grant expressionlessly for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"Mr. Grant, you enjoy gossiping about other people's private matters so much? Then I assume you wouldn't mind your own being made public, would you?"
Nolan Grant's expression darkened.
Damian Fairchild wasn't finished.
"I heard that Mr. Grant had a deeply cherished younger sister named Melody Grant in his youth? A pity the Grant family elders were so vehemently against your incestuous love that they tore you apart when Melody was eight months pregnant? And after that, rumors spread that she and her baby had died, didn't they?"
