Chapter 331: If You Shouldn't Do It, Don't Do It_1

Suzanne Trent opened the car door, "I'm leaving now, take care of yourself."

She didn't even say goodbye, just directly left the car.

She wasn't planning to say goodbye.

Elder Trent seemed to have dropped his stance and chatted with her casually. Every word he said made him look like a pitiful old man yearning for familial love, as though seeking sympathy from her, his own granddaughter.

Nicholas Trent was indeed, not a good father and a scoundrel.

Yet if he accused Nicholas of lacking conscience, then the old man who had stood firm for so many years in the cutthroat Imperial City, he too had probably done countless unconscionable deeds, so many that he couldn't even remember them himself.

In front of her, Elder Trent set forth a seemingly unending wall built from gold bricks.