“You never thought of me, your disgusting little bastard grandson, as someone who would one day be by your side as you die, anyway, “Alejandro said steelily. “What, have you forgotten the crap you’ve done, huh? Now you want to enjoy the life of a grandfather surrounded by his grandchildren? Give me a break. None of your sons are alive, and the only heir you have is a lame grandson who is too busy to be playing balls with Grandpa. Have your bodyguards be your playmate, old man. If you’re done lecturing me, get out of my way. I’ve got business.”
Don turned crimson with rage. “Why you son of a— ”
Jett stepped out and stopped him. “Master Don, Mr. Smith is doing fine. The company is well, too. He has made quite an achievement since he arrived at the Capital. You should relax.”
Don stared straight at Jett for a few seconds before replying, “Alright, then. You take good care of him. I’ll be off.”
Jett answered him with a hum and hung his head, afraid that Don might find incriminating signs from his face. “Taking care of Alejandro” was a covert phrase of telling him to monitor Alejandro even more.
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