Chapter 290

"Spit it all out at once!" Edward didn't want to waste even a second more on him. Connor knew there was no way around it, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Grant ran into Mr. Sinclair again, and he wanted me to..." "That damn bastard!" Edward cut him off before he could finish. His blood pressure spiked in an instant, making him dizzy. If it weren't for the table, he might've collapsed right there. Honestly, he'd been pretty lucky health-wise for his age—no major issues, except his blood pressure, and that was entirely thanks to his own son. If this kind of stuff kept happening, who knew how much longer he could hold on? "How many times do I have to say it before he understands what's at stake?" Edward rubbed his forehead, clearly irritated, then slammed the table a few times in frustration. Connor, trying to be tactful, stepped up to help him, but got shoved away. "Chairman, do you think Mr. Sinclair might have something to do with Young Master's disappearance?" Connor f