Ivan Horne gave Auntie Jin a stern look. She flinched, intimidated by his gaze, and instinctively moved aside.
"Speak. What brings you here?" Ivan Horne said, assuming a precocious manner. As for Deon Myers's explanation, he merely snorted coldly. No villain would label himself as such. Whether one is good or bad isn't for oneself to decide, but for others to judge.
Deon Myers looked at Ivan Horne and forced a gentle smile. "As expected of the Horne Family's eldest son's child, so cool and composed. Not bad!" he said with a laugh. To have such poise at only four years old—his future is boundless! But what delighted Deon Myers the most was his own young master. That expression, that chilliness, that arrogance—every facet of his aura filled Deon with immense joy. The young master doesn't even need training to exude such an aura; he's clearly a born leader!
