"Mrs. Horne... but our company is innocent too," Alvin Evans said with a mournful face. My son can't be saved; at worst, he'd get a few years in prison. That's not a death sentence. But if the company goes under, the whole family will be sweeping the streets.
"That's a matter of ability, and I am even less able to help you," Julia Bluen said, her voice even fainter, colder.
Alvin Evans almost fainted. Yet, what Julia Bluen said was not without reason; it was indeed a matter of ability. If his own capabilities were strong enough, he could have withstood the pressure even if all the young masters of the Horne family targeted him.
Seeing Alvin Evans's pleading and Julia Bluen's indifference, Dio Powell felt deeply disappointed. He recalled how he had once begged Julia Bluen, but she had been unwilling to help him. Could he possibly sway Julia now? "Julia..."
He barely started speaking when Julia Bluen's indifferent gaze swept over, and he couldn't bring himself to continue.
