The large private room suddenly felt somewhat empty, with some documents still left on the table, waiting to be put away.
Charles White just glanced at them and quickly lowered his dark eyes, analyzing the situation in his mind.
He took a step forward and respectfully bowed slightly towards Chester Yale.
"Uncle."
"How did you and Molly meet?" Chester Yale asked, not getting up from the sofa, with his slender legs crossed lazily and leaning completely against the back cushion.
Supporting his head with one hand, he seriously assessed Charles White once more.
Unperturbed by honor or disgrace, outstanding indeed.
He dared to bring his Little Princess home himself after having taken her away, showing both responsibility and courage.
The heir of the White Family indeed has some competition with his son.
"At the Yale Group annual meeting, because of a piece of cake." Charles White's eyes softened, his thin lips slightly parted.
