Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere
Chapter 1602: My Grandson?

Chapter 1602: My Grandson?

"Old man, why are you all by yourself?"

Just at this moment, a woman wearing a black hip-hugging skirt, with light makeup on her face, exuding an elegant aura and a seductive figure, walked into the living room. With a smile on her face, she called out to Joseph.

"You came back to York without thinking of visiting me, so of course, I'm on my own. It seems you're starting to overlook me more and more!" Joseph turned his head to glance at Chelsea and asked indifferently.

"I didn't have a choice. As soon as I got off the plane, some old friends spotted me and insisted on throwing a welcome dinner for me. I had no choice but to attend!" she explained helplessly.

"Why did you come back to York this time?" he asked directly.

"I have some good news to share with you..." she said with a smile.

"What good news could you possibly have?" He put down the newspaper and said calmly.

"Your grandson has come to York!" she said with a smile.

"My grandson? Which grandson?" Joseph's expression showed confusion upon hearing this.

"Do you think I would bother telling you about someone else? The grandson I'm talking about is none other than Connor, whom you've never met before..." she said slowly.

"Connor?" Joseph's expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing this name, and his right hand visibly began to tremble.

"Are you surprised?" Chelsea asked with a smile.

"He's not my grandson!" Joseph shook his head lightly.

"Alright, there's no one else here. Don't pretend with me. If others don't know, I certainly do. Your little schemes can't be hidden from me. I know that deep down, you couldn't let go of my sister. After she died, you blamed yourself!" she said slowly.

"Everything that happened was her own doing. I had advised her a long time ago that being with that man would be very dangerous, but she didn't listen. In the end, she severed ties with me, so I have nothing to blame myself for!" he said expressionlessly.

"Since you truly have no feelings for Sharon, why have you been inquiring about Connor's whereabouts all these years?" Chelsea pouted and asked.

"How did you know that I had someone investigate Connor's whereabouts?" Joseph seemed somewhat surprised.

"Did you think your little schemes could be hidden from me? I know you've never truly let go of what happened with my sister. You just haven't shown it. Now you have a chance to meet her son, Connor. Are you willing to set aside your pride and meet him?" she said with a smile.

Joseph turned his head to glance at her and then whispered, "Back when your sister and I had our falling out, and given that Connor hasn't contacted me all these years, it suggests that he probably doesn't want to see me. Let it be. He's doing fine now, and there's nothing I can do to help him. It's better if we don't meet..."

"You're afraid that Connor won't want to see you, aren't you?" Chelsea asked.

"Yes!" He nodded gently.

"That's simple. My birthday is coming up in a few days. I'll be hosting a birthday party, and since I have a very good relationship with Connor, I'll invite him over. He won't dare refuse!" she said after thinking for a moment.

"You have a good relationship with Connor?" Joseph's expression showed surprise upon hearing this from her.

"Yes, there's no deep-seated grudge between Connor and me!" she replied with a smile.

He glanced at her helplessly and remained silent.

...

Connor and Rachel had spent the entire night practicing in the room. His progress had been remarkable with her assistance.

At eight in the morning, they both walked out of the room and headed to the dining room for breakfast.

Although he had proved all the Wallace family members wrong yesterday, their attitude towards him hadn't changed significantly.

This was because, while they acknowledged his excellence, it didn't bring any benefits to them. They would only respect those who could benefit them. If you wanted their approval, you had to offer them advantages, and not just ordinary ones at that.

In their eyes, Connor currently couldn't offer them any benefits, so they naturally wouldn't treat him kindly.

Of course, today the members of the Wallace family were on their best behavior. They were well aware that Connor wasn't someone easy to mess with, and they didn't want to make fools of themselves.

After breakfast, Rachel took Connor back to the room.

"Get ready, we're going out later," she said softly to him.

"Why are we going out?" Connor, who had been practicing all night, was feeling tired and just wanted to rest.

"We need to investigate the Collier family's situation, right? I'm taking you to meet someone..." she said calmly.

"You've already found out so quickly?" He was somewhat surprised.

"I got in touch with someone. This person used to work for the Collier family, and I believe they can provide you with some useful information..." she explained.

"Worked for the Collier family?" Connor's expression became even more surprised upon hearing this.

He hadn't expected that her connections would be so extensive to the point that she had directly found someone who used to work for the Collier family. This could make it much easier for him to enter the Collier family.

"I had Georgie prepare a car for us. Don't lie around here, come with me!" she said coldly to him.

"Can't you let me rest a bit?" Connor's expression showed a hint of helplessness. He got up and followed her out of the room.

An hour later, they arrived in front of a club.

After entering the club, she told the waiter her name, and he led both of them into a private room.

Once inside, Rachel ordered a pot of tea and waited for the person she had contacted to arrive.

About ten minutes later, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in!" Rachel said softly.

The door to the private room was pushed open, revealing a middle-aged man in a black suit. He entered the room with a serious expression.

The man appeared to be around forty years old, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were particularly sharp and powerful. Connor could sense that this man was likely a martial artist, and his cultivation level seemed quite high.