"Secretary Taylor, did Mr. Hilton really say that?"
"Of course, Old Mr. Trump," Alex replied with his usual polite smile. "If you want to meet with Mr. Hilton, you'll have to wait until our Mrs. Hilton returns. Then, and only then, will he consider it."
Thomas's expression darkened. He had already heard rumors—Morgan Group's financial crisis had suddenly vanished, and the mysterious benefactor behind it was most likely Lucas himself.
He couldn't quite figure out what that young man was playing at.
Turning back to glance at his grandson, he felt his blood pressure rise. Completely useless!
"Thank you, Secretary Taylor," Thomas finally said stiffly. "I'll come back personally to apologize once Mrs. Hilton returns."
Straightening his old back with all the pride he had left, the elder Trump walked out of Hilton Tower.
"Grandpa… what do we do now?" Ethan asked cautiously.
