There had been no rebellion, just the daily rumors smearing Austin.
"So, your healthy body is more important than anything else, I'll need you to manage a greater part of the family business in the future."
Wayne finished his supper and wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Contact Megan tomorrow, have her choose a manor from the Royal Family's properties, preferably in the West District, and transfer it to my name. I want to lend it to a friend to live in."
Another lady?
Philark looked concernedly at Wayne, hesitated for a moment, and reminded him, "Master, you should also take care of your health."
"Uh, you must be misunderstanding something."
"Master, is your friend a woman?"
"Although she is a woman, there's nothing of that sort going on. Philark, you've got to trust me."
"Master, I understand."
You better have understood it.
Wayne muttered under his breath, feeling wronged and misunderstood as a man of chaotic personal life. It was utterly distressing.