Chapter 1573 The Death Of The Past, Not Suicide

• Inside the banquet hall.
• Jonathan Xander's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for everyone present to hear. Each word he spoke was like a gentle spring breeze, yet as sharp as a cold wind, cutting to the heart.
• "Just now when I asked Lord Cheng to speak, and he refused to reopen old wounds, I naturally will not insist. Now, Miss An will speak. Lord Cheng, please listen to Miss An and let her finish, alright?"