The manager hemmed and hawed, unsure of how to respond.
After all, Scott had inquired about the same matter before. He knew Caleb needed money and yet had said nothing then...
Scott's expression turned icy. He had already discerned the answer. "Leave," he commanded coldly.
"Yes, sir. Right away."
The manager sighed in relief and hurried out, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped a walk through hell.
Once the room's door closed, Jerry asked, "Your brother-in-law sold his acceptance letter?"
Scott glanced over emotionlessly.
Jerry quickly corrected himself, " I meant your ex-wife's brother."
Scott poured himself a drink and stated flatly, "It's none of my concern."
Then, Calvin knocked and entered. "Mr. Fisher, uh... Ms. Fabre's father has followed you here, yelling that he wants to
