Finally coming to her senses, Estelle shot him a glance before turning to Magdalen on the phone, “Are you going to be tied up today?”

“Not at all, I’m at the Langston’s, completely free. Are you guys heading over to see Grandpa? I’d love to join,” Magdalen said.

It dawned on Estelle that she had indeed planned to visit her grandfather, and it was already ten o’clock.

She raked her fingers through her tousled hair, “You go ahead, we’ll meet at my mentor’s place!”

“Alright, see you in a bit!” Magdalen’s sultry voice trailed off as she blew Estelle a kiss before hanging up.

Jonathan pulled the phone away and leaned in to plant delicate kisses on her chin.

Estelle squirmed, “I need to brush my teeth, and we really should get going. If we don’t make it to my mentor’s by noon, Grandpa’s going to have a fit.”

“No worries, he’ll scold me, not you!” Jonathan loved her sleepy and languid look in the morning. After a few more moments of kissing, he finally got up and took her with him for a morning shower.

Emerging from the bathroom, Jonathan helped dry her hair and picked out clothes for her; another half hour went by.

He had ordered breakfast ahead of time, and they quickly ate before driving to Old Mr. Quintin’s place.

Old Mr. Quintin’s manor; all of them were aware that Old Mr. Jarvis had arrived in J City and they were there with gifts to pay their

clutching a genuine painting by King, “My granddaughter

two other men he had just turned away and spoke in a flat tone, “That gentleman claimed to be KING’s cousin once removed. Why don’t you

Cousin once removed?

surprise, his face darkening with anger, “My granddaughter is in her twenties, is that

claimed he was

After calming down, he tried to convince the guard that Estelle really was his granddaughter,

connections; some using KING’s name, and others using Jason’s. Hard to tell real and fake, the guard

the arguing continued, a blue Bentley Mulsanne drove up, and the guard, recognizing the car, promptly

murmured among

“Whose car is that?”

seems to be from the

there’re only a few

always been aloof. Wealth and power don’t necessarily earn his audience, especially when Old Mr.

crowd watched the car disappear into the estate and

those barred from entry and

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