Scarface was floored!
She had done it on purpose—deliberately leading the conversation toward academics to expose that Master Dawnshade couldn’t predict a thing!
He had spent no less than a million at Master Dawnshade’s place over the past year.
How did it come to this?!
Scarface forced himself to stay calm.
Master Dawnshade was still looking at him. "Sir Jonathan?"
Sir Jonathan, my a*s! Scarface’s eyes widened fiercely. "Not buying!"
The elder's expression stiffened—he clearly hadn’t expected this outcome.
Just then, laughter sounded behind Scarface.
"Grandpa Oak, you’re really turning your back now? Not even giving Master Dawnshade some face?"
The group strolled in, dressed in the latest fashion, all wearing high-end brands.
Each had a distinct style—some with dyed hair, othe
