After dinner, Lucien returned to his private living room. Unlike the grand reception hall used for guests and business partners, this room was reserved only for those he trusted completely. Soft lighting and the faint fragrance of freshly brewed tea filled the quiet space.
Only three people were present: Lucien sat on one sofa with Grandpa Kun across from him, while Roland stood quietly beside his young master.
The stillness felt natural—the peaceful atmosphere that existed only between people who had long since become family.
Lucien lifted the teacup, letting the warmth settle into his hands before taking a slow sip. Setting it down, he looked toward Grandpa Kun. "Grandpa Kun, tomorrow I plan to visit Miss Marcia at Stony Mountain. Do you think that is the right decision?"
