Chapter 720

The blood–
stained look from Sage‘s eyes scared Flynn and froze him up. Felipe bumped his second brother and a
pproached with an apologetical smile, “Sage, don‘t be angry. We don‘t have any means of that. We just
hope you would consider executing Jace‘s will.” “I won‘t consider it,” her face was emotionless from th
e start, “I‘m not his wife and do not have the authority.”

“Butler, escort the guest out,” Sage said. Without any further words, she went upstairs.

After getting the cold shoulder, Flynn and
Felipe failed to accomplish their mission and even offended Sage. Their faces looked very terrible.

Zachary furrowed his brows with dissatisfaction, “Uncle Flynn, what you said was just terrible. I would b
e angry too if I was Sage. Is that the way to talk when you are begging at someone?”

“I...” Flynn was out of words.

“Zachary‘s right. Dad, Sage was never in debt to our family. Even when Jace left
so many things to her in his will, she never wanted anything. It was the both of you who were scared of
her taking everything away,” Henry defended Sage too and complained to his father, “you begged Sage
to take it and she didn‘t even budge. How embarrassing it is.”

‘So it‘s my fault?‘ Flynn thought.

“Alright. Stop it, you two. Do you think we feel good about this?” Felipe glared at
Henry and Zachary. He remembered how tired Sage was and how slim she became and did not feel go
od about it too. Sage was just around her twenties. Did they go too far?

“Let‘s go back first,” Felipe said. Flynn furrowed
his brows, “Going back now? But they haven‘t agreed!” Felipe said, “It‘s not used for us to stay even if



we begged them for three days straight. Let‘s go back to think of a better solution.” Four of them left wit
h gloomy expressions on their faces.

When Sage returned to her room, she went to the wine chiller and took out a bottle of red wine. She po
ured herself a glass and downed half of the glass. Someone knocked at the door. She went over to ope
n the locked door.

“Granpa.”

Wayne came in with his tobacco pipe in his mouth. The nicotine odor freshened up Sage‘s mind a little.
Both of them expressed how depressed they were by smoking and drinking. “Pour me a glass. I‘ll drink
with you,” Wayne said as he put off the fire in his tobacco pipe and put it away.

Sage poured half a glass for Wayne. When Wayne wanted to finish it in one go, she quickly
stopped him, “Grandpa, although the alcohol level of red wine is less than white wine, the after–
effect is strong. Take a small sip each time instead.” “I know, I know,” Wayne said as he took a small sip

Sage saw Wayne bring over The Starry Night painting. Her eyes focused on it as she opened it up to rev

“This is a good imitation painting.” Sage felt by touching the paper that was deliberately being aged. Her

Being shocked, Sage was stupefied for a moment, “Grandpa Mendoza told you who‘s the artist of this p
to tell me for almost a day. At first, he was unwilling to
tell me. In the end, I told him that if he won‘t tell me then no matter how many people come and beg me


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