Chen Fei glanced at his phone and saw the call was from Old Brad, the current Clan Leader of the Brad Family. He was slightly startled but answered casually, making no effort to hide the call.
"Hello, Old Brad? It's me. What's up?" Chen Fei asked directly, a faint coldness touching his features. He knew Old Brad wouldn't call without a significant reason, so what could it be now?
"O-Old Brad?" Hearing Chen Fei's casual address, Apel, who was lying in his arms, couldn't help but tense up. Her soft lips parted subconsciously, her eyes wide with nervousness and shock. She might not have understood the name's significance in the past, but ever since dining with Old Brad at the castle, she knew all too well. That name, "Old Brad," belonged to the great Godfather of the ruling family of Italy's dark underworld!
