After speaking, he walked over to Mary Douglas in front of everyone.
"Shall we go?"
Mary Douglas nodded, "Of course."
He turned Mary Douglas around, and the Old Master's voice suddenly resounded.
"Stop right there!"
Mary Douglas rested her hands on the armrests, her head lowered, gazing at the intricate patterns on the high-end carpet before her, with a trace of mocking laughter in her eyes.
Steven Russo halted his steps; no matter how indifferent he might be, years of upbringing and blood ties made it impossible for him to ignore the Old Master.
Even just now, he hadn't explicitly severed ties with the Old Master.
Seeing him stop, the Old Master's expression slightly improved. He propped himself up with a cane, slowly stood up, walked over to Steven, examined him closely for a moment, then resumed his stern demeanor.
"What did you mean by what you just said?"
Steven Russo spoke indifferently, "I think Yuda heard it very clearly."
