Meanwhile, at the Grants’ mansion, Tyler Grant was practicing with a terrain model.
As a gifted individual, he excelled in everything he did, including terrain model training. Since few could compete against him, he usually trained by himself.
“Something terrible has happened, Mr. Grant!” One of the butlers barged into his study anxiously.
“Get out,” Tyler ordered icily without looking at the butler.
“But...” The butler swallowed the rest of his words when he received Tyler’s menacing glare and scuttled back to the door to wait patiently.
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