Chapter 173 Send It Again

• During the entire gathering, Dalton did not put down his phone. Since Dalton rarely had a phone on him, it was difficult for Fabian to overlook this. "You have some significant business to attend to?" Fablan furrowed his brow in curiosity. Dalton grinned. Not for trade. It's a buddy. He unlocked the screen as he was speaking. His eyes dimmed instantly, and he started typing. His generally calm expression wavered just a bit. "I have just sent it back," Emperor VIP Sir Yarwood said in response. He received a response right away saying, "I didn't receive it." It could have been lost if you sent it when my account was suspended. Send it again.
• *Send it again? He pondered. Without responding, he wiped the tips of his fingers on his phone. He could still clearly recall his initial feelings of annoyance following the photo's submission. He seemed a little confused as he cast a sidelong glance at the chessboard. Fabian became intrigued upon seeing this. He heard someone before he could ask Dalton what was upsetting him. "Grandpa, you didn't tell me you'd be here," she quietly said. It was Naomi. She looked like an angel because of the long, white dress she was wearing. When she walked into the room and spotted Dalton, she pretended to be surprised. "Oh, Dale, I didn't realize you were here too."
• Dalton gave her a cold look. He got up politely, not even answering the moniker she had given him. "Mr. Quinnell Senior, I have to go take care of a few things." It wasn't Fabian who stopped him from going. "All well, then. Recall the pledge you made to me. In Naomi's presence, neither of them attempted to clarify the aforementioned pledge. Naomi did not look back at Dalton as he left. Dejectedly, she bit her l*p. "I don't think Dale is glad to see me, Grandpa." "He's never excited to see anyone," Fabian shot back, sounding sour.