George Lee who was standing on the terrace of his mansion, watched as his grandson and Marlon walked toward a black Maybach parked near the gate. Erik's back was erect and no longer hunched and his footsteps seemed to be light and lively.
A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. He has not seen Erik look so happy after a long time.
He let out a deep breath. He decided to no longer interfere in his grandson's married life. He learned a painful lesson a few months ago when Aryana Jones disappeared. He did not expect that it would cause such a terrible blow to his grandson. He was happy that there was someone who made a move on Arayana first. What if it was him? Wouldn't Erik hate him to death?
