"Don Denzel? You have grown," Don Gambol said with a forced smile. Though slightly afraid, he remained seated and puffed a cloud of smoke from his cigar.
The tapping of Don Denzel's leather shoes was heard as he sat on the lounge chair in front of Don Gambol.
"That shows I'm a living legend. Only non-living things refuse to grow, don't you think?" Denzel asked.
His face was an emotionless mask; Don Gambol could not predict his next movement. How could the younger generation carry such a suffocating air around him?
"Alpha Denzel, I'm sorry for everything. The attack against you was a mistake."
The corner of Don Denzel's lips curled up mockingly. "I will forgive you on one condition."
Don Gambol's eyes lit up as he was not expecting Don Denzel to be kind. "Anything."
"What happened to Lisa?" Don Denzel asked, and Don Gambol's brows furrowed.
"I don't know who she is."
