"Young Master!" Upon seeing the visitor, Butler Ye's expression stalled and he quickly spoke up.
Hearing the butler's voice, Summer Shawcross quickly raised her head and looked toward the door.
The man in a black suit was walking over with a serious expression.
He strode to her side, and at that moment, Summer caught the scent of travel on him, her mind suddenly conjuring up the image of him striding urgently toward her.
"Why are you here?" Noah Drexler frowned, glancing at the composed figure of Old Master Drexler sitting at the dining table.
"I'm here to see my daughter-in-law, is that not allowed?" Old Master Drexler picked up a napkin from the side, wiped his lips, then raised his head to look at Noah Drexler.
The two stared at each other…
The air between them suddenly thickened with tension.
Noah Drexler pressed his thin lips together, his face darkening.
