Chapter Twelve

The evening at the Barlow mansion was calm, but there was so much tension around the table as the family sat down for dinner.

“Grandpa,” Catherine said, barely able to contain her excitement.

“What is so important that you can't wait for dinner to be over? Can't you see that father is eating?” Dana, Chloe's mother said, glaring at Catherine.

Gazing at Dana and her daughter, Rome faintly smiled when he saw the rage in their expression.

It was clear to him that Mr. Jeffrey had turned Chloe down and given the contract back to his wife.

“I just wanted to tell grandfather that Mr. Jeffrey came to my office today, and we signed the contract for the five million dollars projects,” Catherine mumbled, sighing softly.

The fork fell from Mr. Barlow's hand and he gazed at his granddaughter, smiling with his eyes.

“But how? He sounded so mad yesterday when he called me.” Mr. Barlow mumbled.

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