At the Davier family residence.
Kiel's funeral had just been held today, and the Davier family residence, which was usually very lively, was particularly quiet tonight.
The air was still thick with grief and loss.
In the study, no lights were turned on.
Clifford sat on the chair alone, his face extremely gloomy.
Knock!
A knock at the door broke the silence and brought Clifford, who was still in mourning, to his senses.
He said in an extremely cold voice, “Didn't I tell you not to disturb me no matter what happens tonight?”
A middle-aged man's voice was heard coming from outside. “But I really have to disturb you.”
Clifford was infuriated.
However, his mind immediately cleared up. No one in the Davier family would dare to speak to him in such a manner. Even in the entire nation, not many had the audacity to do this.
Immediately, the realization hit him. The angry expression on his face was gone and was replaced by a look of pleasant surprise.
He stood up abruptly and shouted, “Is that you, Ceaser?”
Click.
The door of the study was gently pushed open as a tall and grim man in a black suit and black leather shoes walked in.
This man, about twenty-seven years old and giving off an aristocratic air, was none other than Ceaser Goldstein, the son of Clifford and his ex-wife, Gillian.
Clifford and Gillian were married because of family interests and then divorced after they had a son.
Generally speaking, after a couple divorced, they would see each other as enemies.
But in the case of Clifford and Gillian, their relationship actually improved.
After the divorce, Gillian even lived with her son without remarrying.
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