Author's note: this is from Jonathan's point of view
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~ London, the Thompson family's villa ~
I found my father in the study, staring at the computer screen.
Really, this old man drives me nuts. The older he gets, the more he turns into a child. No wonder Magda can manipulate him easily.
We are supposed to leave for our event in less than fifteen minutes, yet he is browsing social media.
I pushed the door open completely and leaned on the doorframe.
"Are you ready to go?", I asked.
"Mhm… just to put my jacket.", he responded without lifting his gaze from the screen.
"Did you prepare your points for talking with Mezzanottes?"
"Why do you think they are coming? You know very well, saying that they will attend and actually attending are two different things.", father grumbled.
"I have a strong feeling that they will come."
"Who will come?", Magda's voice sounded from behind me.
