Chapter 717: Sword Intent Suppresses the Red Coffin

The call went through, and sure enough, it was the Old Lady's voice. She had a temper like a lit fuse. The moment she spoke, she tore into Nixon Casson with a furious scolding. Nixon, being honest to the bone and mindful that she was his aunt, didn't dare talk back. He only murmured a few subdued, "Mm-hm,"s into the receiver. Salvatore Casson knew his father would never be able to explain it clearly. He took the phone with a smile. "Old Lady, it's Salvatore. How have you been? Are you keeping well?" Hearing...