Amy Winters pointed at a document on the table, her voice quite gentle.
Harry Hunter didn't move, but Connor stepped forward to bring the document over. After a quick glance, he whispered, "Young Master, it's a handwritten letter."
Harry Hunter gave it a cold glance, then looked at Austin Winters: "You're a fugitive now, appearing so openly, it seems you've got a winning hand and found the most advantageous bargaining chip."
"Brother, you're joking. What winning hand do I have? I'm only here today because I wasn't comfortable with my mom coming alone, so I accompanied her."
Austin Winters' voice was gentle, paired with his exquisite and unparalleled appearance, every gesture made him seem like a refined gentleman, true to his name.
"Brother, aren't you heartbroken? For us to divide so much of the family estate."
"You won't take a single share of the estate."
