Chapter 1780

"Am I supposed to give Perseus a big sloppy kiss if that will make him happy?" Fred pursed his lips. He had his dignity to account for. After all, he was several years older than Perseus. "You bastard!" Wyatt raised his hand and smacked Fred on the head when he heard what the latter said. "Do you intend to disgrace your ancestors?" "You're the one who told me to do it!" "Keep it up, and I'll end you myself!" "You can't kill your only grandson, Grandpa." "I…" Wyatt's neck turned red from rage. He wanted to give Fred another good smacking, but the latter swiftly changed the topic. Fred pointed at the upper floors of the hotel and asked, "Are you going now or later, Grandpa?" "Am I supposed to go now and be sent packing the same way you did?" Wyatt asked in an exasperated tone. "Let him get some rest. We'll talk to him again tomorrow." "Alright. Arlo. Take us home," Fred barked an order at the driver, Arlo Croft, who was standing outside. Then, he left the hotel with Wyatt. … The