When he saw the first post, Ian Douglas thought he was seeing things.

Though he was in his early fifties, he wasn’t yet at the age where his eyesight was failing. He was taken aback, rubbed his eyes, looked again, and felt even more incredulous. He handed the tablet to Uncle Spencer sitting across from him: "Old Spencer, take a look for me. Is the person in the picture that little brat?"

Uncle Spencer took the tablet and carefully scrutinized it per his master’s request. His face showed surprise as well. Moments later, he turned his head and frowned, saying, "Sir, I’ve confirmed it. The person in the photo is indeed the young master."

Ian Douglas’s face immediately darkened: "What? It really is that little brat? Is there something wrong with his brain? Doing something so absurd!"

The dignified President of Seymour Group was actually wearing women’s accessories to sell popcorn—does that brat not feel embarrassed?

Ian Douglas knew his grandson well, and it was precisely because he understood him that he was particularly shocked.

That arrogant brat, whose eyes seem to grow on top of his head, would actually do such a humiliating thing just to please a woman.

Furthermore, what on earth is the woman feeding him? It’s clearly something bought from a street stall, that unclean junk food with no nutritional value. Yet he’s willing to eat it? And eat it with such joy?

Isn’t this kid supposed to have a cleanliness obsession? Isn’t he supposed to be super picky? Doesn’t he have high standards for what he eats?

Even the carefully prepared dishes by his home’s chef would be picked apart by him, but he can eat street food with a big smile on his face? Are the people in these two sets of pictures really his grandson?

Not to mention the supposedly most gentle and affectionate confession—he’s obviously bewitched, losing his mind, and that’s why he’s doing so many abnormal things.

Scarlett Yates, Scarlett Yates—how is it her again?!

This damn wicked girl, what has she done to his sweetie grandson?

Ian Douglas was getting angrier the more he looked, the more he thought about it, wishing he could fly right to Z City. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Sir, there’s no need to be so enraged. I just looked at the comments; the young master’s actions are actually quite popular with the girls and haven’t affected his image."

Hearing this, Ian Douglas got even angrier, glaring and shouted: "What do you mean it hasn’t affected his image? As the highest decision-maker of a large company, not having a bit of a serious demeanor, losing his masculinity over a woman—how do you expect other partners to have confidence to cooperate with him when they see him like this?"

"In the past, he relied on his father, and he could afford to slack off. Now his father can barely look after himself, where would he have the mind to worry about the company’s affairs? Seymour is such a big company; everything relies on him to manage. He’s not doing his job properly at the company, spending the whole day focused on romance. With such little ambition, I foresee the next Maxwell Saxon appearing in Seymour soon. When that happens, what will he do?"

Uncle Spencer knew his master’s explosive temper well and could only try his best to comfort him: "The young master is very smart. He won’t let this situation happen again. Sir, I don’t think the young master’s issue is big; he’s just spoiling a woman. Sir, why don’t you just turn a blind eye to it? It’s rare for the young master to find someone he likes, and he’s treating her like a treasure. Let him cherish it for now; once the novelty wears off, he’ll naturally settle down a lot."