The night was turning deep, and Henry Thompson remembered the text message he had received from his grandfather today.
He had been back in Druarus for a while and had not sent any messages to his grandfather.
If he didn’t reply tonight, he estimated that his grandfather would be so angry that he would rush back from Ashton to Druarus.
Henry looked at the desk lamp in front of him. The warm light made his complexion as beautiful as jade, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his deep elusive eyes.
He hesitated for a long time, turning his phone screen on and off many times. His tightly furrowed brows were reminiscent of thick ink.
After a while, he finally took a deep breath and dialed his grandfather’s number.
"Hello, Grandpa." The video call was picked up in no time, Henry thought about Mr. Thompson patiently waiting for his call with a stern face, and he couldn’t help chuckling.
"What is it." Mr. Thompson quickly resumed his stern and indifferent demeanor.
He straightened his glasses, casually flipped through a newspaper, and looked indifferently at Henry on the other side of the screen.
"The business negotiations are going quite well, we should make a considerable profit if everything goes as planned." Seeing his grandfather pretending to read the newspaper in an earnest attempt to hide his impatience, Henry spoke leisurely about his business affairs. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⸺fire.net
"Hmm." Mr. Thompson paused in his newspaper flipping, a sense of relief flickered in his eyes and he nodded faintly.
However, he was inwardly annoyed at this cheeky boy. He knew what Mr. Thompson was keen to hear yet was purposefully withholding it.
"I found our new business line could be easily promoted in Druarus. So, if all goes well, I will bring it over there soon. I believe we can exponentially increase our productivity once the market opens there."
Henry discussed some of his new ideas. Even through the screen, he could sense Mr. Thompson’s eagerness to hear about Charlotte and the children.
As expected, Mr. Thompson grew impatient at Henry’s steady focus on work matters. Even his paper-flipping got faster as he vented his displeasure.
"Grandpa, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the newspaper? Don’t worry, I’ll have the butler prepare another one for you."
"It’s my fault. The newspapers you used to read were prepared by me. Now that I’ve been away for some time, others may be confused about which ones to get you. I’ll send a message to the butler."
Henry feigned innocence, a playful glint in his eyes. He cocked his head, his slender fingers poised to end the video call.
On noticing his move, Mr. Thompson put down his newspaper and coughed softly, bitterness evident in his voice.
"You little scoundrel! You went to Druarus and now you dare to play tricks on your own grandfather. Hurry up and tell me how Charlotte and the children are doing!"
Mr. Thompson couldn’t hold back any longer. He was nearly at his wit’s end with this impudent boy.
He had been waiting for Henry to share news about the children but instead, Henry was messing around with him.
"Grandpa, you should have told me earlier that you wanted to know about them."
Henry couldn’t help but smile slightly, clearly pleased with his successful teasing.
"You knew I wanted to hear about them but chose to drone on about your work...Fine, let it be! I’ve handed over the company to you, and I trust you."