Chapter 1107

Matthew's face was ice-cold as they walked. He'd run his own business before and always made a point to treat employees with respect, even during casual conversations. He'd offer them coffee or a cigarette—basic decency, really. But this manager? He clearly didn't care about his staff at all. Matthew decided Keaton needed a reality check. "I don't think you're going to get anywhere with this guy. You'll just waste your time. Let me handle it instead." Keaton gave Matthew a once-over, his expression skeptical. "You're the guy my dad hired to help, huh? I don't know how much money you scammed off him, but you're not fooling me. Guys like you, all talk and no substance, make a living sweet-talking old folks." Matthew raised an eyebrow. "You've got it wrong. I never scammed your dad, and I didn't take a dime from him." Keaton let out a derisive snort. "Yeah, right. So you're just helping out of the goodness of your heart? Who do you think you're fooling? There's no way anyone's that