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Pierce Hawthorn was curious, "Speaking of which, is your Old Master getting by quite well in Desert Port?"

Renard Quinn helplessly said, "It was my big brother who drove him there, how could it be going well? If I hadn't stripped the Desert Port properties from my brother, where could our Old Master have gone?"

Pierce Hawthorn found their family affairs to be one word: chaotic.

He simply couldn't understand it. They were all family, why the need for such contention?

Even for the sake of money, there was no need to cause such a fuss while the Old Master was still alive.

"What can be done? After all, my grandfather is dead," said Quinn.

Renard Quinn spoke lightly about his grandfather's death.

"You're not unaware, my Old Master was soft- hearted, how could he hold any ground?"

"In this family, the one who could talk sensibly is gone, and it's just my older brother throwing wild tantrums now."