"Byron Thorne would be a good fit."
Adrian Hawthorne had to spell it out. He'd figured it out—you couldn't be subtle with the Thorne family. You had to be direct, or they just wouldn't get it.
Felix Thorne slapped his thigh hard. 'Of course! How could I not have thought of Sixth Uncle?' he thought. 'Sixth Uncle has traveled all over, seen the world, and he's got a silver tongue. If he goes to take charge, the Chapman family won't dare to even squeak.'
Adrian Hawthorne let out a breath. 'Finally, they understand,' he thought.
"I have things to do at home. I'm leaving."
Adrian Hawthorne took his leave. He had to get back to developing photos. He needed to head to Vessaria before dawn tomorrow to sell them. Vessaria was about twenty miles away, a walk of over two hours. A pity he didn't have a bicycle.
