A MYSTERIOUS TYCOON
"Ridicule?" Jordan twists his brows disconcertingly, utterly flabbergasted and surprisingly unfazed by the old man's menacing aura, which would have gotten anyone else shuddering and peeing in his pants. "You asked me what I thought about your granddaughter, and I was trying to answer sincerely, but you didn't even let me finish, and now you are claiming I ridiculed her? When and how did I do that?"

Greyson glares daggers at him, snapping maliciously, "You still have the cheek to ask me that? Don't you even know the things you spit out from that sharp mouth of yours? To think I thought you were a good lad!" He stomps his foot. "I'm disappointed! So disappointed! This is a lady you claim to be friends with, yet because she is not here, you ridiculed her! So much for a friend!"

"Hmph," Jordan snorts coldly. "I don't know what you're babbling about but the truth remains that I didn't ridicule her!

"As a good friend, the least I could do was say the truth so you would take her in hand and
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter