Jeremy Quest could not be bothered to respond to May Conner. Instead, he continued to look at Xyla Quest affectionately. “Xyla, go to bed. Oh, right. I have already transferred Emily’s five percent of shares to your account.”

“Okay. Thank you, Dad.” Xyla chuckled as she stood on her tiptoes to give Jeremy a peck on his cheek. After that, she exhaustedly made her way upstairs.

After Jeremy glared at his wife and younger daughter, he walked upstairs in a huff.

“If Xyla Quest continues to stay in the limelight, the Quest family’s business will really end up in her hands!” Emily said frantically.

“Therefore, we must do something more extreme to her.” May had a cunning look on her face.

“I asked you to check on something before. How is it going?” May asked.

“I’m still looking into it.”

***

“Fifth Master, these are the receipts from Master Armstrong, Master Lakes, and Master Brenand.”

Buried in a deep pile of work in front of his high-class desk made of Narra wood, Stanley Batton slowly lift