"As much as I would love to hear more about this love quarrel, I don't think this is an appropriate conversation for this moment." A man, around five years older than Ian said.
Ian looked at the man carefully, he was familiar, but Ian couldn't quite place how he knew him. Then it struck. Ian smiled and the man frowned, taken aback by how Ian had reacted to the realization of who he was.
"Bernard Juan." Ian said slowly as every letters slipped through his lips as if he were savoring the torture he was about to sever.
"Yes, that's my name. Do you know me?" The man asked Ian as he looked closely to see if Ian knew him.
Ian laughed and shook his head at how silly the person in front of him was acting.
"I am the very reason why your branch of the family isn't the most hated one." Ian said with a grin as he recalled his first ever act of vengeance.
