Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 192

"Please come inside, Mr. Ares." Old Master Loyle greeted their distinguished guest politely.

Jay walked in a calm and composed manner into the Loyle residence’s living room as if entering the doorstep of his own house.

Grayson brought him a chair and wiped the seat several times with a tissue. It was only then did Jay take a seat.

"To what do we owe this honor of your presence, Mr. Ares?" Old Master Loyle asked carefully.

"Old Master Loyle, do answer my question honestly if you don't want Loyle Enterprise to go bankrupt. If I’m satisfied with your answer, then TH consider giving the Loyle family a way out," Jay said faintly.

Overwhelmed by the favor, Old Master Loyle said, "I’ll tell you all I know without holding back and answer all of your questions, Mr. Ares." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"I want every information about Rose from birth up until now. Tell me everything you know." Jay stressed the word ‘everything’ in particular.

Old Master Loyle was taken by surprise. "Every information about Rose?"

Sydney's eyes twinkled with a trace of gloat. Mr. Ares was investigating Rose in secret. It seemed like Rose's

glorious days were soon coming to an end.

Seeing how Old Master Loyle was still stuck in a daze, Grayson further explained what Mr. Ares just said.

"Rose is your daughter, Old Master Loyle. You should know her character and the things she likes very well, right? Why don't you tell us everything no matter how significant or trivial they are?"

Although Old Master Loyle was taken aback by Mr. Ares' reason for visiting, he was extremely cooperative as he cudgeled his brain to convey every single information he knew about Rose to Jay.

"To be honest with you, Mr. Ares, Rose is my eldest daughter, but her mother and I separated not long after we got married. When I came to the city to start a business, both mother and daughter stayed in the countryside. I was doing poorly at work the last few years, so I didn't have any extra money to send them. Because of that, both mother and daughter lived in straitened circumstances."

When Old Master Loyle said this, there was a pang of guilt in his eyes. He continued, "I never thought that poverty would ruin Rose completely, and because of poverty, she grew up with low self- esteem and did not like socializing with others. She was inarticulate, dimwitted, and somber. Not only that, she hated learning and always came in last in every subject since childhood.

"I once persuaded her to make a determined effort to study hard, but my words went in one ear and out the other. She even spent the money I gave her for school supplies on terribly-fashioned clothes.

"I was getting more and more disappointed in her, so I simply let her be. When she turned 15, she came to the city to find me. I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to repair our father- daughter relationship. Who would’ve thought she had learned how to steal and even sold off her little sister's jewelry? Sigh!"

Old Master Loyle could not help but sigh at this point.

"I've lost all hope in her."

Jay frowned. Why was the Rose that Old Master Loyle described so different from the Rose he knew?

The Rose he knew could have rolled in money by taking advantage of their divorce, yet she did not take one cent from the Ares family.

How could a person like her, who treated money like it was nothing, steal?

"What is she skilled at?" Jay asked again.

Old Master Loyle shook his head. "When Rose was in high school, I expected her to use her special skills to get admitted into universities through unified enrollment because of her poor grades. Unfortunately, she couldn't draw, couldn't pick up coding, and needless to say, she was absolutely inept when it came to singing and dancing. Sigh!"

Madam Loyle was particularly furious when this topic

came up.

"In order to help her develop a few special skills that she could actually be good at, my old man spent a lot o f money to hire her a teacher. That girl, however, is just plain dumb. She knows nothing at all."

Jay pondered for a while. "Seven years ago, Rose appeared at the scene of Angeline's car accident. I would like to know what exactly happened to Rose when she was at the scene."

As soon as he mentioned this, a peculiar expression emerged on Madam Loyle’s face.

“Now that you mentioned it, that was one really strange accident indeed..."