Celia Sterling had asked more than once when he had added that WeChat account, Rivermoon, and why he had chosen a poetic title that seemed to echo her own name, but Silas Norwood always said he didn't remember.
The truth was, he remembered.
In the prime of his youth, when he too was full of vigor, he had encountered that girl more than once.
He had gone with his father to the Sterling Family home to discuss business. Franklin Sterling was overly ambitious and couldn't grasp the key issues. As the patriarch of a family of immense power, Old Master Norwood would often tell him quietly:
"The Sterlings have deep roots, but Franklin Sterling is unequal to the task. When you take the reins, you'd be better off engaging more with Kian Sterling. I've met that boy a few times. Compared to his father, he's far more capable of shouldering great responsibility."
That year, Silas Norwood was eighteen, and Kian Sterling was sixteen.
