When Joshua and the others were taken away, Luke and Jerome were holding up their wine glasses to celebrate.
"Dad! Come, let me toast you!"
"Good! Cheers!"
The wine glasses touched lightly, and the two drank up the wine.
"It's really thrilling. Fortunately, Dad, you know how to turn the situation. Otherwise, Joshua would have made a comeback."
Jerome put down his glass and poured wine for Luke again.
"Your plan is good, but it seems a little immature."
"Although Joshua is not a big shot, he fought all the way from New York."
"You haven't experienced any big events, so it's normal for Joshua to find your weakness."
Obviously, the two of them had already drunk quite a bit of wine, and there was a blush on their cheeks.
"Yes. Dad, you are right!"
Without Luke's help, Jerome's plan would not have been able to proceed so smoothly.