Ethan raised his hand, about to knock on his door when it suddenly opened. The man he came to visit stood on the other side with a smile on his lips, welcoming.
"Ethan, glad you could make it to my humble home." His eyes darted at the man who opened the large door wide for him to enter.
He signaled for his driver and one of his bodyguards, who came with him, to stay in the car. He did not need protection from his son as far as he was concerned.
Although the other man before him still needed to learn about this dark secret. His eyes scanned the room ahead, wondering why he had no one protecting him.
Two securities guarded his gate, but he expected at the least five or ten muscled men armed with heavy weapons roaming his massive lawn.
But to his surprise, he had yet to see his mercenaries. He did assume that his son would take on his father's legacy, at least the man he had known as his father when he died.
