Having a Handle on Someone, Can't Speak Anymore

Jacob glanced nervously at Cynthia. Under the intimidating influence of Old Mr. Quinn's cane, he straightforwardly confessed how Tristan had bribed him. He thought he had executed this plan discreetly, but unexpectedly, the information reached Old Mr. Quinn's ears.

Cynthia, upon hearing this, had a meaningful smile in her eyes. No wonder Jacob had stopped interfering in her and Tristan's affairs. It turned out he had been caught and had nothing to say.

"Knowing full well that he has ulterior motives, you still secretly associate with him. Are you trying to infuriate me deliberately?" Old Mr. Quinn, leaning on his cane, knocked heavily on the ground.

Jacob, maintaining his lazy demeanor, seemed indifferent to everything, "Grandfather, it's not as simple as you think. We only have a cooperative relationship, a mutual benefit at most."

Old Mr. Quinn grunted with dissatisfaction, "I'm afraid you'll end up selling Cynthia!"

Jacob hung his head and muttered, "How could I..."