Ralph looked at Yasmin.


    Yasmin met Ralph''s gaze with displeasure and asked solemnly, "Did you bring Chairman Thompson


    here?"


    With his eyes bulging, Ralph took the matter seriously and dissociated himself from the question. "Tsk.


    I may be Wyatt''s son, but I''m no traitor. I will never betray Be!"


    Amused by his cheeky remark, Yasmin asked in a hushed tone, "What do we do now? Do we open the


    door?"


    Ralph slipped his hands into his pocket and scoffed. "My dad will tear the door down if you don''t open it


    for him."


    Yasmin was lost for words.


    Not wanting to offend the visitor any longer, Yasmin took a breath and opened the door.


    The green and lush frontwn was crowded with Wyatt''s security detail.


    Wyatt stood at the door with a grimace, with Quentin standing right behind him.


    He prepared a script in his mind and pulled a stern face, but the sight of his youngest son took him by


    surprise.


    Quentin was taken aback. "Mr. Ralph?!"


    Ralph scratched his head. "Hi, Dad..."


    Wyatt nced at his son and then at Yasmin. As if that was not enough, he took a big step back and


    looked at the house number.


    "You''re at the right ce, Chairman Thompson. It''s here." Quentin did not know how to react.


    "Oh."


    Wyatt nodded, his eyes lighting up. He asked, "Is she your girlfriend? So, your type ofdy is hot and


    morous, huh? You could''ve said so. I wouldn''t have introduced the demuredies to you."


    As Yasmin''s eyes widened in shock, Ralph face-palmed frustratedly. "Can you stop pressuring me to


    get married? I might just turn to monkhood if you rush me again. Do you know why I joined the police


    force in Savrow? I couldn''t take your daily reminder to get married and have kids. I''m not a mule for


    reproduction."


    Yasmin pursed her lips, surprised that a rich heir shared the same troubles as ordinary people.


    "I''ll make sure no church will take you in."


    Wyatt dropped the stern act and showed Yasmin a kind face. "How old are you, youngdy? What''s


    your name? Where do you work? Are your parents from Hatchbay or Savrow? My son tends to keep a


    low profile, but we are ready to ept his wife. You will be well taken care of when you marry into the


    family. Don''t let this opportunity slip away, and don''t think too much about it. Just tie the knot with him!"


    "Dad!" Ralph did not know if he shouldugh or cry. He regretted opening the door for Wyatt.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    "You got the wrong idea, Chairman Thompson. Mr. Ralph and I aren''t going out. I''m just Mr. Hoffman''s


    secretary," Yasmin responded.


    Disappointed, Wyatt shot Ralph a look of disdain.


    "We should go in and talk, Chairman Thompson, Mr. Ralph." Quentin smiled wryly. The Thompson kids


    were the apples of Wyatt''s eye, but they would also be the death of him.


    Wyatt and Ralph sat opposite each other, and the air in the living room was tense at best.


    "So you knew that Be was living here, but you kept it from me?" Wyatt gritted his teeth in fury. "Are


    you even my son?"


    Ralph grabbed an apple from the tter and took a bite. "Do you want to do a paternity test?"