Evan Fairchild watched the little rascal, who was so angry he was speechless, and a smirk played on his lips.
'This is just the beginning, little rascal. We have plenty of time.'
…
The car entered Rockwellburg's most exclusive residential complex. After driving for another half an hour inside, it finally stopped in front of a villa at the peak of a mountain.
The villa's lights were on.
The moment they heard the car, a middle-aged woman in a suit emerged, followed by an older man and woman. They stood respectfully at the entrance to greet them.
Ian Monroe immediately recognized the older woman.
"Mommy, it's the old lady who was our neighbor."
Melody Monroe followed Ian Monroe's finger and saw the woman, who immediately smiled and nodded at her.
'She understood now. Evan Fairchild must have known about Ian's existence long before this!'
