Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 295

As soon as Jay arrived at the door to Grand Asia, Grayson was already there waiting respectfully with a folder in his hand. His forehead was sweating.

Jay's malicious gaze swept across Grayson, making the latter shudder.

Jay said with a bad temper, "What did you do wrong again?"

Grayson said with fear and trepidation, "Mr. Ares, this time... It's not me who did something wrong, it's... You.” 2

Jay was slightly startled. His gaze fell on the pink folder in Grayson’s arms as his eagle eyes shrunk. " What's this?"

"Mr. Ares, this is Baby Zetty's genetic test report," Grayson said.

As Jay strode into his office, he ordered Grayson," Didn't I ask you to draft up her genealogy record? Did i t come out so soon?"

Grayson laughed uglier than he cried. "Mr. Ares, I took a shortcut."

If the president knew that he had stolen from the Ares family genealogy tree, his expression would be more colorful than a rainbow.

"Read it to me," Jay said.

Grayson looked around. It was the period of peak working hours. The employees shuttled around them non-stop. Grayson had to make a suggestion. "Mr. Ares, it's not convenient here."

Jay glared at him. He always thought that a man should be open and frank when doing things. They should conceal his unmanliness.

Reaching the elevator that was specially reserved for Mr. Ares, Grayson pressed on the floor. After entering the elevator, Grayson touched his chest and exhaled heavily. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Read it!" Jay stood tall and straight like a child who had bright prospects. Looking forward, his posture was elegant and his aura was of invincibility like a king's.

Grayson timidly solicited Jay's opinion. "Mr. Ares, do you want to listen to the genealogy order from old to young or from young to old?

Jay glanced at him speechlessly and said impatiently, "Whichever.”

Grayson then opened the folder, drew out a piece of A4 paper, and began to read it with clear articulation.

"The first generation that could be tested. Male, D'Artagnan Ares. Wife, Susan Taylor."

Jay could not help but ridicule. "So corny."

Grayson was dumbfounded. "Mr. Ares, this is the name of your ancestor.

"Aren't you afraid that they'll come to you at night for ridiculing your deceased ancestor?”

"Continue.”

"Second generation, Enrique Ares. Wife, Pamela Hughes.”

"Third generation, Terrance Ares. Wife Elizabeth Left."

"Fourth generation..."

Jay interrupted him, "Single heir for several generations?"

Grayson shook his head. "No, Mr. Ares, the family expanded near the fourth generation and the family became huge.”

"Oh, then start from the fourth generation."

Grayson looked at the names of the fourth generation o f the Ares’ family's patriarch-Dylan Ares. His heart trembled.

"Mr. Ares, I dare not read it."

"Read.” Mr. Ares’ presence was frightful.

Grayson said hesitantly, "It’s, Dy... Dy... Dylan... Ares."

Jay glared at Grayson and Grayson quickly begged for mercy, "Mr. Ares, you asked me to read it.”

Jay said angrily, "Where did you get this Ares family tree from? What I want is Baby Zetty’s genealogy."

Raising his hand, he slapped Grayson harshly on his

back. "How do you do things?"

Grayson felt very wronged. "Mr. Ares, but I'm reading Baby Zetty's genealogy..."

Jay's anger slowly stifled as his eyes fell onto the folder. He snatched the genealogy over and perused it carefully.

Sure enough, the column for Baby Zetty's father showed his name and Rose's name was shown in the ' mother' column, seamlessly connecting with the rest o f the Ares family tree.