In Anchester, if he and Oliver Turner could be considered local overlords, then Mr. Forrest was the immortal legend.
In this vast city, no one in either the light or the shadowy sides of society dared to disrespect Mr. Forrest.
There was a time when he thought that having money wasn't the ultimate goal.
The true goal was that, when he grew old, people could respectfully call him Mr. Townsend.
That would be a true symbol of identity and status.
When he entered, the servant was just wheeling Mr. Forrest out of the study.
After handing his gift to the servant, he stepped forward. "Mr. Forrest, it's been a long time."
"It really has, Mr. Warren. Please, have a seat."
Hunter Warren stepped forward. "Mr. Forrest, I have something I'd like to discuss with you privately. I wonder... where would be convenient?"
"Let's go to the tea room then."
"Alright." Hunter Warren followed behind Mr. Forrest and the servant into the tea room.
