"Hmm, two more months." George Summer's face radiated warmth as a smile piled on his features.
"... After this trip back, Grandpa is getting ready to fully hand over the company's affairs to me, officially letting me take charge!"
"That's great! You're bound to make a big splash in your career!" Tara Summer sincerely wished him well.
George Summer smiled without a word. He suddenly spread his arms and lifted his lips, "How about it? Haven't seen each other for a while, won't you give your brother a hug?"
"Heh..." Tara Summer laughed and, without any hesitation, stepped forward and embraced him.
George Summer patted her back, then let her go. At that moment, Tara Summer gazed past him, and George seemed to remember something, turning to look at what had caught her attention.
"Anthony, what's wrong, don't you remember?" George Summer pointed at the man a short distance away, who was the friend that had come with him.
