"Norman, your presence truly brings great honor to our humble abode." Old Mr. Reeves smiled benevolently. He was a famous philanthropist in North City, his white hair shining brightly, giving him an almost ethereal presence.
Beside him stood a young woman, looking quite graceful, especially with those almond-shaped eyes carrying a gentle, spring-like warmth.
"You're too kind, Mr. Reeves," Norman Bennett replied with a tone somewhat distant; he didn't particularly like Mr. Reeves' ways.
Calling himself a philanthropist while indulging his son to become an unscrupulous businessman.
"Suwan, this is Norman Bennett, the son of your Uncle Bennett." Old Mr. Reeves said to the young woman beside him.
The introduction seemed intimate, yet the Bennett Family and the Reeves Manor had no real connections. Norman Bennett's attendance was merely to show respect to Old Mr. Reeves.
