Zach shot his assistant a sidelong nce, a smirk ying at the corners of his mouth. "Do I look like I''m cracking jokes?"


    The assistant, hearing this, rubbed his temples in sheer frustration.


    What do you do when your boss is this unpredictable? Might as well ask the inte for advice.


    Something seemed to click in Zach''s mind. He asked, "That live show my sister''s been on, there''s a woman named Shen, right? She''s paired up with that Wu guy, part of the Pledger n?"


    The assistant internally groaned at his boss''s casual reference to ''that Wu'' and ''that Shen.'' It was one thing to forget a name, but Heather was a bona fide movie star, for heaven''s sake. Was this really okay?


    With a resigned sigh, the assistant nodded. "Yes, that''s correct."


    Zach drummed his fingers on the desk. "Ah, from the Pledgers, huh? Good to know. Another reason she can''t be ignored."


    Assistant: "..."


    This is madness!


    At that moment, the assistant pondered whether bringing up thements made by the Pledger family would result in his boss flying into an uncontroble rage. Scratching his head with hesitation, the assistant looked like he had something to say but was holding back.


    Zach narrowed his eyes. "Spit it out, whatever it is!"


    "You really want to hear it?" the assistant asked cautiously, but seeing impatience creeping into Zach''s expression, he cleared his throat and hurriedly ryed the message from the Pledgers.


    "The Pledgers have said we should know our ce, drop thewsuit against Michelle, and we could all leave on good terms. If we insist on suing, we should first ''weigh our own weight''..."


    After delivering the message, the assistant instinctively took a step back, sensing an ominous aura beginning to fill the room.


    Zach let out a derisive snort, his benign face somehow looking even more harmless as he nodded with a smile. "Know our ce? Weigh our own weight? Sounds a bit threatening, doesn''t it?"


    Having worked with Zach for three years, the assistant knew his temperament well enough – not perfectly, but close. Whenever that smile appeared, it usually meant trouble for someone.


    Sure, his boss was capable, but... perhaps it was best to keep his own counsel.


    A momentter, Zach gestured for the assistant to leave.


    Once the office door closed, Zach pondered for a few seconds before pulling out his phone and opening Messenger to send a message.


    [Uncle Grady, do the Davises do business with the Pledgers?]


    Two minutester, Grady replied: [Which Pledgers are we talking about?]


    Zach hurriedly texted back: [The Pledgers from Riverdale.]


    Grady: [Oh, that small fry? They''re not on our level.] Zach: "..."


    Holding his phone, Zach couldn''t help but smirk at Uncle Grady''s dismissive message. His assistant should see what real arrogance looked like.


    Grady, sensing that the young master wouldn''t ask about the Pledgers for no reason, followed up with another message: [What''s up?]


    Zach''s gazended on thewyer''s letter that had been returned to him. He considered whether sharing this issue would cost him his dignity.


    His fingers brushed over the phone screen, and he eventually replied: [Nothing much. Remember the leak about Mirabe? It was done by that Shen cousin from the Pledgers. Just crossed my mind, so I asked.]


    Grady read the message and pondered for a moment before responding: [Even if we don''t have business with them, a lesson might be due.]


    He had been out of the country dealing with other matters when the online incident happened and had only just returned to hear about it. Seeing that the young master had already taken action, he hadn''t stepped in.


    Now it seemed that the young master might not have settled the matter after all.