Julian Davenport glanced up at Dylan Davenport. Though they rarely met, there was something familiar about the man's features—a familiarity born from the fact that Dylan and Dexter Davenport were brothers.
Dylan and Dexter Davenport resembled each other, yet they didn't. It was the kind of resemblance that only comes from shared blood.
Dexter, on the other hand, was kind-faced and steady, projecting a kingly air that naturally inspired awe and respect in others.
Dylan Davenport's eyes, however, burned with the predatory fire of ambition. A sinister aura clung to him, inspiring a vague sense of dread in anyone who met his gaze. His reputation alone was enough to strike fear into people's hearts.
"Lift your head. Let me see you."
Julian Davenport timidly raised his head to look at him.
"Did your mother ever tell you that I'm your father?"
"What?" Julian Davenport collapsed to the floor, feeling as if his entire world was crumbling around him.
