"I want to know where the old man's butler is now," he said, his gaze fixed on Chester Yale, breaking each word deliberately.
Sheldon Yale was certain; the three of them had come in person, and it was undoubtedly to pick someone up.
If he couldn't find the butler before them, once the man truly fell into their hands, the notion of snatching the butler back by himself from the three of them was almost impossible.
All he could do was to take an unorthodox approach.
"The rules you set demand that all questions must be answered, not avoided," Sheldon Yale, seeing Chester Yale remaining silent and just staring coldly, couldn't help but speak out impatiently.
Worried that Chester Yale would refuse to tell him.
