Chapter 815

Roy frowned and looked at Sage with a distressed look. Sage's eyes widened in shock. "You're poor? Duncan, you're the fourth-generation descendant of Mostal. You have a large portion of shares and get a few tens of millions in dividends yearly. Is the money all gone?" "I didn't know." Roy looked dumbfounded. "I kept my money with Ross. I don't use much money." When Sage heard that, she sighed weakly. Roy had spent most of his life studying medicine. He was brilliant in medicine, but he was ignorant of the world. This was not a bad thing. Perhaps it was his purity and simplicity that moved Freya, who had been hurt by the hardships in her life. "That won't be a problem. You just have to tell Ross to hand over your accounts to Aunt Freya for safekeeping," Sage suggested. Roy nodded. "That's great. I'll talk to Ross later." They were chatting when Sage's phone rang. It was Yoel who called. She had no need to ask him to know why he called. Yoel got his news fast. Sage answered the