Julia implicitly understood and nodded.
As the old lady withdrew her hand, letting the maid help her up, she passed by Glades Horne and suddenly said, "Glades, I think being a Movie King suits you. Would you be interested in pursuing that path?" She chuckled.
Glades Horne's expression remained unchanged as he responded, "Grandma, Glades has merely inherited your true legacy."
The old lady blinked. Mhm, indeed, among all her grandchildren, only Glades Horne had inherited her craftiness. She chuckled again and exchanged a glance with Glades Horne, then stopped talking and walked out of the Main House with the maid's support.
When only Glades Horne and Julia Bluen remained in the hall, Julia pulled Glades back to the sofa and made him sit. She turned to face him, propping one hand on the back of the sofa and leaning her head against it. As she gazed at him, her bright apricot eyes twinkled, and she said with a light smile, "Glades, are you feeling sour? You're becoming pettier."
