Next to her, Felix was in the same mood as her.
He had a grudge against the Zaccardi family for Queeny's disappearance. Logically speaking, he should be more vigilant and hostile to the man in front of him.
But now they were sitting here peacefully, perhaps because of the surrounding environment, or perhaps because the man's attitude was modest. Felix was not angry at all.
Clinton smiled, "You look like your father very much."
Queeny was slightly shocked.
"Do you know my father?"
"Yes."
Clinton nodded and looked out of the window. It was raining outside.
The autumn rain looked depressing in the quiet yard.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "He has been working for me for fifteen years. We had a deep relationship, and I regarded him as my brother."
Queeny frowned.
Her intuition told her that there was a story behind it.
As expected, Clinton sighed.
"It's a pity that he died young and I didn't even see him for the last time."
Queeny asked, "You said he has been working for you? Who are you and who is he? What kind of roles do you two play in the Zaccardi family? How did he die?"
Hearing her series of questions, Clinton seemed to be stunned for a moment and then smiled gently.
"I know you have a lot of questions. Don't worry. We have a lot of time today. Let me answer it one after another."
He paused and explained, "I don't think I need to explain too much about my identity. You can feel it yourself."
Hearing this, both Queeny and Felix were shocked.
They just had a guess, but now his words had proved that their guess was right.
Clinton still had a smile on his face. He was about the same age as Felix, but for some reason, they felt as if he had lived for thousands of years and looked like an old man who had experienced everything.
He smiled and said, "As for your father, since you know who I am, you should be able to guess who he is."
Queeny frowned.
"Your trusted subordinate?"
"Yes."
Clinton paused for a moment, took another sip of coffee, and continued, "He is also a member of the Zaccardi family. His name is Lance Zaccardi, and he grew up beside me. I treated him as my son and friend, and I taught him everything he knew by myself. I thought he would always stay with me and be loyal to me, but later he met your mother."
"The marriage of every member in the Zaccardi family needs to be approved by the family. Your mother didn't have a good family background. The family didn't agree to their marriage, but he eloped with your mother."
Speaking of this, he smiled helplessly.
"Young people are always energetic and impulsive. I sent someone to look for him at that time, but he knew me as well as I knew him. He hid, and I really couldn't find him out."
"It took me five years to finally find him, but he was sick and soon died at that time."
Queeny frowned.
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