Stepping on the gas pedal, he leisurely left, rushing straight to his house.

Mr. Ronan's hair was silver, his expression was already serious, but now it was even more serious, facing Elliot in front of him, his expression was ugly.


"Grandpa." Elliot seemed calm on the outside, but he was extremely respectful in front of Mr. Ronan.

Mr. Ronan was adamant, this was also the reason why Elliot did not want to return home.

The old man reached behind his back, and the butler behind him immediately took out a bag of documents and placed it in the old man's hand.


"Boom" a sound, the old man placed the bag of documents in his hand in front of Elliot: "You see for yourself, how much loss our family has suffered recently."

Elliot gently bent down to pick up the bag of documents, after opening it, he quickly glanced through it, the more he looked, the heavier his expression became, the bag of documents in his hand fell on the table again: "Grandpa, what is this?" The company's assets seemed to have evaporated in less than half a month.


Although he liked to joke around and didn't want to interfere in the family's affairs, it didn't mean that Elliot was a useless, incompetent person.

"You still have the nerve to ask me, what happened?" The old man groaned, stiffly pointing at Elliot: "Think about it, who did you offend recently? Who has such great ability, in just half a month can make our family be looked down upon?"

Elliot immediately sobered up.

"Milan." He gritted his teeth and said that name.

"Grandpa..."

Elliot was about to say something, but Mr. Ronan coldly interrupted: "Stay away from that woman."

Mr. Ronan's cold command reached Elliot's ears, suddenly, Elliot narrowed his eyes, and asked Mr. Ronan: "Grandpa is investigating me?"

Elliot's gaze turned towards Mr. Ronan, and he suddenly became cold.

Mr. Ronan groaned: 'You clashed with such a strong opponent, the head of the clan, shouldn't we clarify the cause and effect? ​​Just let you cause trouble for the whole family?"

'Grandpa must be very scared, right? Grandpa is afraid of them, you're even afraid of Milan's subordinates. All these years, everyone has been saying that our family is not as good as Milan's family…"

Elliot hadn't finished speaking yet, Mr. Ronan had already picked up the stick beside him, angrily throwing it at Elliot: 'Shut up." Mr. Ronan was furious, his eyes darkened, angrily staring at the grandson standing in front of him.

This grandson could be said to be the most outstanding person in the family in his life, but his personality was lazy. Mr. Ronan had always valued this grandson very much, but he did not expect that this grandson would bring such a strong opponent to the family.

If they were not as good as Milan, for so many years, outsiders would spread such rumors, but no one dared to say these words in front of him, Mr. Ronan's face was red... This seemed to be Mr. Ronan's illness.

Elliot was usually smiling, when Sir Ronan's stick poked him, Sir Ronan was already very strong, and the domineering look in Elliot's eyes did not change, moreover, he did not dodge the stick, letting Sir Ronan throw the stick at him.

The butler behind him felt embarrassed, and immediately advised Sir Ronan: "Old man, calm down. Young master is still young, there are many things you have to spend time teaching him, but he will understand."

Sir Ronan was extremely angry, muttering: "You are not allowed to see that woman again in the future."

Elliot suddenly clenched his fist, he stared at Sir Ronan: "Absolutely not."

"Say it again." Sir Ronan had just calmed down, and immediately became angry again: "Elliot, say it again for me."

"I told you, I absolutely cannot give up on her."

"You..." Sir Ronan was so angry that his chest was heaving: "Alright. You have grown up." While scolding Elliot, Mr. Ronan went to find the stick and threw it away: 'Butler, where is the stick, the stick."

The butler behind him looked worried, he hid the stick behind his back, then looked at Elliot: 'Young master, the master is old, you should obey this old man."

Elliot's handsome face showed a look of unwillingness, he bit his lip, not saying a word of resistance.

'The stick." Mr. Ronan was angry, staring at the butler, reaching out to the butler: 'Give me the stick."

'Young master." The butler still refused to give up.

Elliot gritted his teeth and said: 'Mr. Barun, give the stick to Grandpa."

Mr. Ronan jumped up and down, immediately snatched the stick from the butler Barun's hand with one hand, swung his arm, and hit Elliot hard on the shoulder: 'You are old enough." A stick hit Elliot's shoulder.

'You are very good." Another stick, powerfully leaving blood on his arm.

Mr. Ronan was still not calm, he raised the stick and hit it down, hitting it repeatedly, leaving Elliot speechless, his eyes were still filled with such determination, refusing to accept defeat.

'You have put our family in danger because of that woman. Elliot, I don't know, since when you learned your brother's infatuated nature."

Suddenly, Elliot's eyes widened. He immediately raised his head, angrily staring at Mr. Ronan. In his peach blossom eyes, at this moment, there was no joking with life, nor was there the deep affection like when he looked at Ashley, in those eyes, filled with blood, fiercely and fearfully staring at Mr. Ronan: 'Grandpa, my brother has passed away."

Everyone knew that their family only had Elliot, but what they didn't know was that their family also had another nephew, Elliot's older brother, who had long since passed away when he emigrated to Germany.

The death of Elliot's older brother was an indelible pain in his heart.

He glared at Sir Ronan angrily, a trace of hidden hatred in his eyes.

The butler saw that the situation was not good, and quickly pulled Sir Ronan tightly: "Master, please calm down."

Sir Ronan was also surprised by Elliot's red eyes, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence... After a while, Sir Ronan let go, and the cane in his hand fell to the marble floor with a "clack". Sir Ronan's body went limp, and with a "thud", he sat down on the sofa behind.

It seemed that at that moment, the healthy white-haired old man just now, instantly aged 10 years, in his old eyes appeared a look of weakness and a bit of regret, only that serious face, still tense, extremely tough.

Elliot's red eyes looked towards the old man sitting on the sofa, he angrily closed his eyes, concealing the complicated mood in his eyes, gritting his teeth, when he opened his eyes, those red eyes, seemed to have regained a bit of calm, the blood color had lessened somewhat.

"From today onwards, I will officially enter the company's internal affairs." He stood up straight, not moving, just lowered his eyes, his gaze towards Mr. Ronan who was sitting on the sofa, resolutely said: "Ashley, is the first woman I truly like. I will not give up on her, no matter how much pressure Milan brings to our family, I will not give up on her.

No matter who does it, they must take responsibility, Milan this time is targeting me, if I bring danger to the family, then I will take full responsibility, enter the company, I will personally face Milan."

Mr. Ronan opened his mouth, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but when he saw the determined eyes and affirmative tone of his nephew in front of him, he closed his mouth.

Before Elliot left, he looked at Mr. Ronan who was sitting on the sofa again, and said calmly, "I am not my brother. I will not make the same choice as him. I will not give up the woman I like for you, or anyone else. I will not be so useless that I cannot protect my family and the woman I like."

Mr. Ronan suddenly raised his head, and what caught his eyes was Elliot's tall figure disappearing from the door.

The butler called out, "Old man? Young master... he..."

"Forget it." Mr. Ronan said coldly, then waved his hand towards the butler: "I'm tired, you go first." The butler stepped back, Mr. Ronan's face twitched, and his eyes were extremely deep... As for the next choice, it would depend on how far this nephew he valued could go first.