"The likelihood of the Wilcox Family selling off is slim, because the court has already intervened, and it's in the investigative phase, so private transfers aren't allowed," Ruth Wilcox said with distress.
"Alright, don't panic. Even if we lose everything, I won't let you go back, and besides, we might not even lose," Yusuf Zuck comforted her. "I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow to see my sister, and I'll be back the day after. When I return, I'll meet with the Ross Family and your grandfather."
"I've brought you so much trouble…" Ruth Wilcox's eyes reddened.
"It was my trouble to begin with, right? When I was acquiring the Wilcox Family business, you had no clue, and it had nothing to do with you. Plus, we might not necessarily lose. Let me use your computer for a bit." Yusuf Zuck walked around the desk to Ruth Wilcox's side and then squeezed himself into the chair next to her.
"What are you doing..." Ruth Wilcox didn't stand up, merely shifting a little to make room.