Tiana Thorne leaned slightly against the wall, revealing the slyest smile of a fox: "I heard that Old Master Shaw hates the sight of blood, if Martin York dies with you around..."
As she spoke, she glanced at his expression.
Jameson Shaw's narrow, phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly: "Go on."
"I've heard that the Shaw brothers are fighting for the position of heir. If someone dies at this critical moment, Third Master Shaw is a smart man, I probably don't need to remind you of the consequences, do I?"
Tiana Thorne hit the nail on the head, and her reasoning was impeccable.
As of now.
The Shaw family was chaotic. What seemed like simple harmony among the brothers was actually a turbulent undercurrent.
No one dared to provoke the old man.
Including him.
"You're smart," Jameson Shaw said, his smile warm, yet the light in his eyes grew more ruthless.
Tiana Thorne smiled slightly, pretending not to notice his viciousness: "I'm merely negotiating terms with Third Master Shaw."
