A few minutes slipped by.
Still no sign of Miles.
The murmurs began to stir again, soft at first, then building like ripples in a pond.
"Is he not coming?" someone whispered.
"Who cares if he comes or not," another muttered, adjusting his cufflinks.
"But I'm curious to see him," said a woman from the far side. "I heard he only has Sterling blood — no relatives left."
"Really?"
"Yes. That's what Chester's branch says."
"Then what's the point of calling him here?"
"Just begin already, I have to go shopping—"
"Shut up! You can go shopping later. This is a family meeting. If anyone hears you, we'll be in trouble."
The chatter died quickly when Gordon raised his hand.
His voice broke through the silence, calm but firm.
"Enough," he said. "We are starting it soon."
Few minutes passed
Kyle leaned back in his chair, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Time's up, Uncle Gordon," he said smoothly. "You should start now."
