Law Family, living room.
Frank Law sat on the leather sofa, impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, embodying the top-tier elitism of upper-class society.
However, at this moment, his mature and dignified face was filled with displeasure.
"It's been half an hour, where is the eldest young master?"
Standing respectfully at the side, Butler White wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Today's corporate affairs must be busy, or perhaps the eldest young master is caught in traffic, sir, please don't rush."
Frank Law nodded and glanced up at Butler White.
"I heard Rosalind is returning home? The photography postcard she sent me arrived, nicely done."
Praised for his daughter, Butler White's face couldn't hide his joy.
"Yes, Rosalind is serious about everything she studies, she said she'll fly back to Stellerton next month. Thank you, sir, for remembering."
Frank Law took a slow sip of tea, his earlier anger fading, as he spoke kindly.
