C151 He Was Burning with Anger

The gardener swiftly uprooted the peonies that Mckay had pointed out, his heart heavy as he surveyed the now barren garden. A quality peony could fetch upwards of a thousand dollars, and by Mckay's request, the gardener's actions had just incurred a loss of over a hundred thousand dollars.

Yet, all this was for a seemingly insignificant seed.

The gardener shot Mckay a look that bordered on pity