Chapter 54

“Do you know how to dye fabric?” Instead of approving right away, Shane voiced his doubts.

To him, dyeing fabric was always the experts’ job.

Could she take on this responsibility? She’s still young in this business.

It would be impossible for him to let her experiment on such expensive fabric!

As if she could read his mind, Natalie closed her laptop and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Shane. Since I have
the courage to request a dye room, it means I can certainly handle it. I don’t take this lightly.”

Upon hearing this, Shane looked at her with a faint smile. “Since you sound so confident, I shall ask Silas
to make the necessary arrangements.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Shane.” Elated, Natalie quickly bowed to him.

Shane lifted his head slightly. “Don’t be too excited yet. Although I approved your request for a dye room,
you will still need to pay up if you ruin the fabric.”

“Yes, I understand!” Natalie responded confidently.

It was only reasonable to compensate for ruining the fabric.

Nonetheless, she had confidence in her skills that such a situation would not occur.

“It’s good that you understand, so…” The phone in Shane’s pocket suddenly rang when he was still
talking.

He furrowed his brows and swallowed his remaining words as he checked his phone.

Abruptly, his countenance darkened.



Sensing something was wrong and that she should not be hanging around, Natalie asked to leave the
room.

Shane waved in acknowledgment.

He finally picked up the call after Natalie left.

Without waiting for him to respond, the caller had already started babbling, “Hey Shane, what do you
think about my suggestion last night? It definitely is a piece of precious land; you wouldn’t want to miss
this opportunity.”

Shane pressed his lips together coldly. “Uncle Thompson, like I said before, I disagree with relocating
Grandpa’s grave. Moreover, I don’t believe in geomancy—you should just give up!”

“You stubborn brat. So what if you don’t believe in it? I do! The geomancy expert said that if we move
your grandfather’s grave to that place, we Thompsons will thrive,” Sam complained grudgingly.

Shane squinted. “Uncle Thompson, do you think I don’t know? You just want to take over the land on
which Grandpa’s grave is.”

Sam was initially shocked as he heard Shane’s comment. Seeing that the cat was out of the bag, he
decided to cease his act and sneered. “Alright, you brat. Since you already know, I will say this—I will
have that land!”

As Sam hung up the call, Shane’s vibe turned terribly icy.

At this precise moment, Silas entered with a file in hand. He seemed to have something urgent to report,
but after seeing Shane’s expression, he asked, “Mr. Shane, what’s wrong?”

“Get the car ready. I want to go back to the Thompson residence!” Shane kept his phone away and
ordered.



Silas immediately did as told.

In no time, Shane was on the road to the Thompson residence.

He gazed dully at the landscape in reverse motion outside the car window.

Sam’s family suddenly wants the land on which Grandpa’s grave is—this must be Sean’s doing.

What exactly do they want with that land?

The car stopped while Shane was deep in his thoughts. Silas turned his head around. “Mr. Shane, we’re
here!”

Shane stopped pondering and walked into the house with a grave expression.

It was already 9:00 p.m. when he finished dealing with Sam and paying respects to his late grandfather.

Silas brought Shane back to his villa. When Shane walked in, he detected a sickening scent of perfume
and immediately frowned.

“Shane.” Overjoyed that he was home, Jasmine briskly walked up to him. “Oh, did you drink?”

Shane stepped away to avoid her and asked in a gloomy manner, “Why are you here?”

“Isn’t today Grandpa’s death anniversary? I was worried about you so I came to check on you.” Jasmine
explained while receiving his suitcase as if she was the mistress of the house.




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