That very morning, Easton Bartlett had called Zachary directly.

“My granddaughter has cleaned your floors for three years,” the old man had stated.

“I’m aware of that, Mr. Bartlett,” Zachary had answered respectfully.

“Then tonight, you’ll choose which side of history you want to stand on,” Easton had warned.

Now, Zachary understood the situation perfectly.

At that moment, the head butler walked up to the grand staircase, waited for the music to stop, and raised his voice.