"Hope Queen Mother Greta has achieved her goal." a cold yet weak voice reverberated in the phone.
Greta pursed her lips. "Stan, I already told you that Edward is tough to control. I need time to get him into my control." she said, speaking in a low and impatient voice.
"Ahh.. I see. So, the great Queen Mother Greta failed to bring her grandson to a blind date with my granddaughter." he chuckled.
However, his voice has mockery and sarcasm in it.
"I said, I need time! Your demands are tough to implement!" she snapped in a hushed tone.
"How many days does Queen Mother want? I heard she is pretty capable in controlling her son and grandsons. Seems like all of these are just rumors created by the Royal Family to hold its power. Tch.. tch.. such a shame." he chuckled.