"Dad?" Weylin slowly opened the door, entering his father's office. 

"Hm," Blake hummed, going through the last file. "So you are here. Take a seat."

Taking a seat, the young master gazed at his father, feeling uneasy. He expected that his father would scold him or give him some punishment for sneaking out. But all he was witnessing was a calm Blake Turner. 

"So…" Blake Turner closed the cover of the file he was checking before he gently put it on the table. "I want you to merge your business with mine."

"What?" Weylin's forehead wrinkled into a frown. "I am sorry, dad. I can't. I already told you that I don't wanna inherit your business. It also indicates that I don't wanna merge my b