Chapter 118 The Aristocrats' Conspiracy

• Donald glared at the man. If looks could kill, the man would have died ten times over. However, he wouldn't yell at him just yet, for he was reluctant to air any dirty laundry. Even so, he wanted to salvage his reputation, or what was left of it. "Everyone, if it's possible, can you keep this a secret?"
• "Sure, Mr. Lawson. I saw nothing."
• "Same here. I got here for some reason, but I see nothing here. Let's leave, guys."