"I'll leave it at that. If you insist on being with her, I won't stop you, but remember, don't regret your choice, and don't make your mother worry, or I won't let you off!"
Chester Yale released his hand, his face dark, and walked back to the desk to sit down.
"Get out!"
"..."
Chad Yakov stood still, his body tense, staring intently at the information in front of him.
"If you want to take it, take it with you. I can't even keep my own son, so keeping these is useless to me," Chester Yale glanced at him coldly and opened his lips.
Hearing this, Chad Yakov's facial expression softened. He stepped forward and gathered all the information on the desk, then turned and walked out of the study room.
"Young Master, why did you take so much stuff?" The Butler was guarding outside the study room, and when he saw Chad Yakov come out, he immediately approached.
