Money

"Please, Master Zhao," Qiao Xuan said.

With a nod and a gentle smile, Qiao Xuan departed with her entourage.

In a fit of rage, Zhao Mu snatched the teacup beside him and hurled it to the ground. "How dare you! How dare you! How dare you!"

Butler Zhao hung his head, wishing he could vanish into thin air.

Old Master had incurred a substantial loss this time, and his fury was unsurprising. Yet, deep down, he knew that had he not disappointed Madame, matters might not have taken such a turn. It was a matter of cause and effect.

Breathing heavily, Zhao Mu turned his displeased gaze toward Butler Zhao.

Butler Zhao quivered, managing a strained smile. "Master…"

"Examine the accounts and determine how much can be salvaged. Inspect the estate and assess the stockpile for valuable items."

Butler Zhao's heart ached for Old Master. "Certainly, Master."

They were about to distribute a considerable amount!