In the Archer family residence, Philip Archer lowered his cell phone after receiving the information.
His grandson was in love?
He never thought a day would come when he'd hear those words.
His brief moment of tranquility was shattered by a furious scream echoing through the house at that moment.
"Father! Father, you have to rein in your grandson! I can't believe I have to come in person to tell you this, but you have to control your grandson!"
"You should've seen how he humiliated me in front of the shareholders yesterday when all I wanted to do was step in and help with the current situation!"
In a few minutes, his second son was standing in front of him, panting and fuming indignantly.
Shortly after he came in, an elderly man, slightly older than Philip, rushed onto the scene.
He glanced at Simon, lips twitching bitterly.
"S-sir, I'm sorry. I told him you didn't want to be disturbed, but he had his men restrain me while he came inside."
