Eudora stood still. Before she could speak, one of them had already voiced loudly.
"This is Eudora George, isn't it? We're really not here to make a big deal out of this. It's just that since Amos has already passed on, it's time for you to hand over the keys to the Valiant East Group!"
Eudora frowned. The person in front of her was Roger Granger, the paternal cousin, who Old Master Granger had taken pity on back then.
Even though he was about the same age as Old Master Granger, he seemed more energetic and spry.
That was unsurprising. All these years, they had been using the shares given by the Valiant East Group to live completely carefree while Old Master Granger fought at the frontlines, providing for their every meal.
Hadn't they always been well supported?
It was just unlucky
