Raton’s POV
My grandfather was silent for some seconds, his eyes staring at me like he was so disappointed with what I had become.
I understood he had raised me to be tougher than this, but unfortunately, I was nothing compared to his toughness.
My grandfather was something different and he ruled amongst other billionaires in the city.
“It’s better we don’t talk about Valerie, Grandpa,” I muttered, standing up to leave.
He shook his head and concentrated on the documents on his table.
I cleared my throat, stood up, and walked out of the study. I couldn’t help but think back to his words back there.
A lot was already happening and I was doing nothing to get the problems solved.
Out of anger, I kicked my leg against the wall and stormed out of the mansion. But I didn’t go home
