Quavon Sloan was irritated and livid because of Clayton’s indifferent attitude, but he had to hold back on this occasion.

The veins on Quavon’s face twitched slightly.

The old friend smiled and spoke.

“I really didn’t expect that Clayton is your son. I should’ve thought of it. He’s a Sloan and he’s from Liberty too, so it must have something to do with you!” The old friend laughed.

Quavon sneered and smiled perfunctorily.

“It’s his good fortune that he was reincarnated into my family.”

Clayton’s dark eyes sank slightly. He then hooked his lips and said, “It’s more like my damnation, right?”

Quavon’s face was gloomy. “Clayton!”

“Hey, old friend, don’t get angry. Youngsters are always a little outspoken. If you have any misunderstandings, talk it out properly. I’ll leave you two father and son to talk and won’t disturb you…”

The old friend had the good sense to leave.

Quavon finally did not restrain his expression.

“Clayton, did you lock up Isaac? Where did you send him to?”