The Rolls-Royce glided through the stone-paved driveway of Riverdale Villa, its reflection flashing against the glass walls of the luxurious residence.
The moment it stopped, the chauffeur stepped out and opened the rear door.
Alaric Lancaster stepped out with composure. His long charcoal overcoat fluttered in the wind. The afternoon light caught the sharp lines of his face, yet his expression was unreadable. His broad shoulders and steady steps made the onlookers stiffen.
He didn't spare anyone a glance as he walked toward the villa entrance. The staff quickly lowered their heads and stepped aside, whispering under their breath.
"He is Master's half-brother," one whispered, without blocking the path.
Inside the villa, the forced joyous conversation ceased the moment Alaric stepped inside.
His eyes fell on Mrs. Astor, the woman who once slapped Aveline Laurent. She didn't dare to meet his eyes, while her fingers trembled slightly around the teacup.
