“Forrest, I was drunk and spewing nonsense. You wouldn't believe those words, would you?"

Forrest responded with a grin, "I wouldn't take them to heart. Was this recording dispatched by a business rival? Did they deliberately set a trap to lead me into misunderstanding you?"

Things like this had indeed happened before. Not long ago, he had dug up dirt on his opponent just because his company was competing with it for a project.

“Dad, if you trust me, you could delegate this issue to me," Forrest proposed.

Observing him, Pearson unexpectedly patted him on the shoulder.

“I will personally look into it."

He still harbored doubts about Forrest.

"Alright," Forrest agreed.

"You may leave now. I need to think this over."

Then Forrest walked out of the room.

He told Divya, "You can stay and keep your parents company. I have to head to the office."

Then he took his leave.

Upon settling into the car, his phone buzzed.

He picked it up.

Someone said on the phone, "Everything is ready."

Forrest's face fell into a shadow as he hummed under his breath.

Back at the Guzman family's residence.

Divya's mother was startled by Forrest's altered demeanor.

"What's gotten into Forrest?"

What else could account for his drastic change in attitude?