Shifting Targets
Editor: Atlas Studios
Conrad stared closely at Florence with his sharp, hawk-like eyes and said coldly, "No matter what, I am your elder and your father's best friend. Do you think I'd deliberately deceive you about this?"
Florence's face turned sullen, and she said firmly, "Uncle Conrad, in that case, I'll tell you sincerely that my father has already passed away and I'm now the helmsman of the Howards. It's up to me to decide my marriage. I don't care whether you really came to an agreement with my father, but it's all pointless now!
"Moreover, I make my own decisions on my own matters, and I call the shots in the Howards now!"
Florence's blatant contradiction made Conrad's wrinkled face even more gloomy.
"What if I insist that you marry into the Piers?!" Conrad narrowed his eyes and stared at Florence with a threatening gaze.
The rest of the Howards watched on without saying anything.
In fact, Conrad was already behaving very rudely.