"Oh, dear son... How have you been! It's been years that I saw you" Dione said in an endearing manner as Eris reached her side. She reached out to him and held his cold hands.
"Welcome, mother" Eris responded coldly. Although his voice was devoid of emotions, he still have a small lopsided smile on his lips. It was his mother after all.
"Ah.. it's such a good atmosphere here. No wonder my son wants to maintain here as the headquarter" Orman Rockefeller voiced as he stepped out of the car with his walking stick. One could say age was already telling on the man. Perhaps, because of workload, he looked older than his age.
"You think so too, my dear" Dione laughed. She hooked her hand around Orman's arm. They may not be in their twenties or thirties but they beauty of the middle aged couple was still a feast to ones eyes.
