Sir Swift sat to the side, listening to his granddaughter, and couldn't help but frown, "Tracy, was it Mrs. Mamet who didn't want to let you talk to Mr. Caleb Mamet?"
Tracy Swift's eyes turned red with urgency, and she stubbornly nodded her head, "Grandpa, Xaviera seems to have misunderstood me, it's all my fault..."
Sir Swift said unhappily, "If a man has other intentions, he cannot be guarded against them anyway, and the more she guards like this, the more it seems she is useless. Tracy, just tell her directly, it's me who wants to talk to Mr. Caleb Mamet about business."
Tracy Swift nodded, and then spoke gently, "Xaviera, it's not that I want to talk to Mr. Caleb Mamet, but my grandpa wants to talk to him about business, you don't understand business matters, so please let Mr. Caleb Mamet answer the phone."
