A moment later.
Connor and Yana walked into the living room of the villa.
At this moment, a skinny old man was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
The old man had a short goatee and a pair of deep brown eyes. He looked very dignified.
Even though he did not say a word, his body gave off a dignified aura.
Yana's father, Jacob, stood beside the old man and whispered something to him!
Yana hesitated for a moment, then turned to Connor and said, "Connor, this is my grandfather, Victor Weaver!"
"Victor Weaver?"
When Connor heard this name, he could not help but be stunned for a moment.
He felt like he had heard this name from somewhere before, but now that Yana was saying it out loud, Connor couldn't remember who this person was.
"You remember what I told you just now, right?"
Yana asked Connor softly.
"I do!"
Connor nodded without thinking.
"Okay!"
