"The two families are forming an alliance through marriage. Even if we don't consider it from a business perspective, we should go back. Not to mention, the Chamberlain and Wellington families have chosen to hold such a grand wedding banquet at our Reddington Hotel. As their friends and clients, we should certainly attend."
David Redington's voice was magnetically pleasant. With every word he spoke, his deep blue, narrow eyes gazed at his nephew sitting across the office desk with a hint of a smile.
Seeing Abraham Redington's expression grow darker and colder, David's eyes deepened with a mysterious glint.
Abraham remained silent. Even the right hand resting on the desk had already clenched into a fist uncontrollably, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.
