The manager was at a loss for words and took a while to come up with a response. He questioned Mr. Conrad's intense concern for this issue. He didn't say anything the last time he asked and realized Chan needed money, did he?

Clarence gave off a long, icy look. He already knew the answer. "You may leave now."

"Yes, Mr. Conrad."

The manager emerged from the box with a sigh of relief, feeling as though he had made it out of Hell.

"Did your brother-in-law sell his admission letter?" Vincent inquired once the private box door had closed. Clarence gave him an indifferent glance.

Right away, Vincent modified what...