Three illegitimate sons—things he himself didn't even know about—yet this brat actually knew.
That was right. That was right. Clotilde and he had written many letters to that unfilial son, half sharing and half showing off as they described their travels.
If they used that as a lead and deployed every member of the Ouge Organization and the Shadow Assassins, they could certainly gather this information within a year.
"Grandfather, what do you think of these three documents?"
"Cough, cough, cough."
Ignatius suddenly coughed several times before saying, "I need to step out for a moment."
"Grandfather, hurry back."
Watching his grandfather leave, Velin's lips curled slightly. The net had already been drawn halfway closed. Now it depended on how much longer his grandfather, this fish, could struggle.
As for selling out his father just now, he did not feel the slightest guilt.
Standing by the railing, Ignatius stared at the distant clouds, pondering how to handle this matter.
It had only been a fleeting affair, yet now there were children. How was he supposed to face Clotilde?
For now, he could only conceal it and leave this difficult problem to his future self.
But if he wanted to keep it hidden, he had to keep Velin and Angus quiet.
"I can't agree to him so easily. I need to retain some initiative. Otherwise, I'll be a fish on the chopping block, left to be carved up by others."
After calming himself, Ignatius turned and returned to the hall.
Seeing his grandfather return, Velin wiped the smile off his face. If he wanted to secure the greatest possible benefit, he had to seize the initiative in the negotiations.
Once Ignatius sat down, the two skipped the probing and went straight into the final round of bargaining.
Ignatius wanted to minimize