Chapter 4. Isn’t That A Good Headline?
"Where is the old man??" Kingsley asked the moment he stepped out of the car. His grandfather's butler bowed a little when he saw him.
Kingsley didn't bother with him as he just walked directly towards the door. The butler hurried after him while telling him.
"He is resting in his room now." The butler said while walking at a fast pace to catch up with Kingsley.
Hearing that his grandfather was resting, Kingsley raised a brow 'he is resting after those series of threats??'
The maids pulled the wide door open for him, they held their breath while lowering their heads as he entered the living room, heading towards the stairs directly.
"Welcome, Young Master Elm." They all chorused but he had already walked past them, his sharp eyes narrowed as he climbed each stair.
Kingsley pushed open his grandfather's bedroom door, startling the old man who was reading a newspaper.
Kingsley eyed the older woman who was massaging Grandpa Elm's feet. "Grandpa.." he called out to him, his grandpa only gave him a short glare.
"Welcome, Young Master." The old maid greeted but Kingsley silently walked over to the couch near the end of the left corner of the room.