The manager was at a loss for words and took a while to come up with a response. He questioned Mr. Conrad's intense concern for this issue. He didn't say anything the last time he asked and realized Chan needed money, did he?
Clarence gave off a long, icy look. He already knew the answer. "You may leave now."
"Yes, Mr. Conrad."
The manager emerged from the box with a sigh of relief, feeling as though he had made it out of Hell.
"Did your brother-in-law sell his admission letter?" Vincent inquired once the private box door had closed. Clarence gave him an indifferent glance.
Right away, Vincent modified what he had said to mean exactly "your ex-wife's younger brother."
Pulling back his eyes, Clarence poured himself a glass of wine. His tone was bland as he said, "Nothing to do wi
