Third Person's POV
"As her grandparents, we are the ones who decide her marriage. It's not Zander's place to object. Just get the ring ready as soon as possible and come over to propose."
"Understood! Thank you so much, Mr. Clayton. I'll be there right on time tomorrow morning!"
Sitting off to the side, Evelyn couldn't hold back anymore. She snatched the phone right out of Alfred's hand and demanded sharply, "Bentley, I'm asking you, have you really already marked Sabrina?"
How could Bentley possibly let the prey right in front of his mouth slip away? He immediately started spouting a load of absolute bullshit. "Didn't Old Mr. Clayton just see it with his own eyes? To be honest, Sabrina and I have been madly obsessed with each other for a long time. I just couldn't hold back, so I..."
