The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 360

We exchanged a glance. Soren tightened his grip as if afraid might run away and then approached the old man.

“Grandpa? Good morning! I’ve come with my girlfriend,” he called softly, smiling.

William sat up straight, studying us with sharp, shrewd eyes. His face held a commanding presence, the kind that came only with experience.

“Good morning, sir. I’m Taylor Jones.”

William smiled. “Your stories precede you, my dear.”

“I hope they’re the favorable kind.”

“They are. I remember you from more than a decade ago a little girl with the bravest heart and spirit. You saved Ren’s life twice! He’s never forgotten you.”

blanket off

quickly moved to help

we only saw your grandmother,” he said,

impressive, and his mind remained sharp despite his

in the door and got nervous. Grandma did say you were a kind man, though, and had brought

us inside. “Come,

the house and shot me

“See? I told you he likes you.”

relief. Maybe Soren was right.

“Grandpa, Taylor got this for you. It’s Monet’s ‘The Cliff

the living room. His walls were adorned with paintings of every kind–like an art gallery. Would he really

this is a good one.

seeing similar works at auctions. “We got it

“Thank you.”

shot Soren a sidelong glance, a sense of