Nathaniel Summers's eyes slightly narrowed, and the corners of his lips hardly perceptible curled upwards.
"You didn't go to the casino last Saturday," Nathaniel said. "I saw you with a lady. She had long hair, wore a pale blue sweater dress, and was leading a little boy, um... that boy bore some resemblance to you. Was he the young master?"
The middle-aged man's facial expression froze, just like the two people before him, disbelief etched on his face.
His wife immediately grew furious, "Where exactly did you go last Saturday?! What woman? And what's with that little boy?!"
The man's eyes flashed panic, he frowned deeply as he explained to his wife, "What are you talking about? The third young master is just joking with me... isn't that right, Third Young Master?"
Fearful of losing face, the man's gaze urgently sought Nathaniel's.
