The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 174

Meanwhile, in the southernmost edge of Argentina, inside a private estate in the small city of Atacama.

An elderly man stood at the edge of a helipad.

He was in his early sixties, his posture ramrod straight. Dressed in a dark gray cashmere coat, his salt-and-pepper hair was flawlessly slicked back. His face was weathered with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were bright, as sharp and predatory as an eagle's.

"Young Master."

Spotting Garrison walking in from the outside, the old man offered a slight bow.

Garrison quickly stepped forward and gently held his arm. "Mr. Sawyer, there's no need for formalities. Why did you come all this way yourself?"

The elderly man standing before him was the Foster family's senior butler and one of his grandfather's most loyal subordinates. He had been managing the family's overseas assets for years. Counting the days, it had been over a decade since they last saw each other.

"The Madam hasn't given me a direct order in years. When she asked for this, I had to oversee it personally," Sylvester replied with a warm smile.

"I appreciate it, Sylvester."

The old butler's eyes lingered on Garrison, filled with a gentle, paternal warmth.

"Young Master... you've truly grown into a remarkable man. You have no idea how thrilled I was the day you won the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Ah, if only the old master were still here to see you now... he would be so proud."

"Sylvester, Grandpa passed away twenty years ago. When you have the time, you should fly back to the States and visit Grandma. She talks about you constantly," Garrison smoothly redirected the conversation.

"I will, I certainly will!" Sylvester nodded emphatically. Then, his gaze shifted to the man standing beside Garrison. "And this is..."

"Oh, I'm Wyatt Young. I'm a detective from the capital's—"

"Aren't you my bodyguard?" Garrison interrupted Wyatt, shooting him a lethal glare. "I'm paying you thousands of dollars a day!"

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