Private dining room in the restaurant.
As soon as Simon Baker left, Victor Johnson couldn't hold it anymore. "Miss, I'm sorry."
Mary Scott, now in her early forties, had lost the commanding air she held as the producer in front of everyone earlier. She sighed softly. "Uncle Victor, you don't have to be like this. You've done nothing wrong to me."
Back when the Scott family fell into disgrace, Victor Johnson was merely a chauffeur for them. The fact that he refrained from kicking them while they were down was already a kindness.
Looking at the girl he hadn't seen for years, now devoid of the youthful naivety and replaced with a quiet composure, Victor Johnson felt a wave of bitterness. He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them to Mary Scott.
Mary Scott, puzzled, accepted them and realized what she was holding—a share transfer agreement for the company behind the "Wilderness" program. Her brows furrowed slightly. "Uncle Victor, what is this?"
