Veronica looked at Matthew and said, "He is your friend, isn't he? Since he's here, let's invite him in for a while."
She pondered, realizing that Matthew was still alive and had come to find him at the earliest opportunity. He must be a close friend, or a friend that I made in youth.
"No need."
Matthew said coldly, "Tell him to leave."
He uttered a command to the servant without ever meeting their gaze. His refusal brimmed with unwavering determination and there was a hint of resistance.
"Alright, Mr. Kings."
The servant nodded and turned to walk out of the dining room.
Tony and Daniella refrained from probing further into the matter. After all, it was Matthew's personal affair and they didn't want to interject or inquire further.
"Let's have our meal then." Veronica smiled and addressed her foster parents.
Matthew immediately chimed in. "Well, let's have our meal."
As he spoke, Tony duly picked up his fork and began to eat.
However, they had only taken a few bites when the servant hurriedly entered the room. "Mr. Kings, Mr. Flavian instructed me to deliver this to you."
Flavian likely knew that Matthew would not meet with him, so he had the servant deliver something of utmost importance.
"What is it?"
Noticing Matthew's dark and silent demeanor, Veronica broke the silence and asked.
The servant stepped forward, intending to hand over the item in their hands to Veronica, but Matthew swiftly intercepted it, rising to his feet. "I'll be gone for a while," he said.
After speaking, he turned around and left the dining room.
Flavian Kings, sitting in his car, saw him honking and followed his car out of the villa.
After driving for about five or six minutes, they eventually stopped under a big tree.
Matthew stepped out of his sedan, leaning against the car door, a cigarette held between his fingers. He silently smoked, his brows furrowed with a restless and agitated mood.
Soon after, Flavian's car came to a halt.
He got out of the back seat and walked towards Matthew.
Due to Old Mrs. Kings and Old Mr. Kings marrying early, Flavian was born when they were just nineteen years old, and Flavian and his wife also had Matthew at the same age. As a result, Flavian appeared quite young, but his hair had started to turn white.
Perhaps it was the strong genes of the Kings family, for even at fifty years old, one could still discern from Flavian's weathered face the remnants of his former handsomeness, along with an air of dominance and cold ruthlessness.
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