Debra teased him, "You stick out like a sore thumb here."
"I''m evolved," Randy smiled, leading them into the house.
The maids were cleaning in the grand hall that resembled a museum. The shelves were crammed with antiques worth seven figures. Porcin vases and jade carvings screamed "royalty-only" back in the day.
The Osborne family might as well have hung a neon "Rob Me" sign.
Debra''s gaze snagged on a wall glittering with rare gemstones and uncut minerals. She drifted closer, but Randy''s father emerged from a side room.
"You guys..." His sharp eyes swept over them.
Enoch Osborne had a tall, well-built frame, his posture straight and dignified. Despite being in his fifties, the sharpness and grace of his youth still lingered in his features, hinting at the strikingly handsome man he had once been.
"Dad," Randy greeted him. "These are Debra, Marion, and Erica. You''ve met them before."
Enoch ignored him, "I know these famous CEOs."
His words drew a distinct line between them.
He ced a statue in the ss case. "Why are you here?"
Debra had braced for frostiness, but this was arctic.
Randyed his throat and looked at Debra for help, expecting her say something to ease the tension.
t belongs to swnow once
But instead of small talk, she dropped the bomb. "We''re here for your guidance on Seamar City''s secret."
Randy choked on air, and Enoch froze mid-polish.
"Uh..." Randy nudged Erica. "You wanted to see my baby pics. I''ll go get them."
"Yeah. I''ll go with you." Erica shoved him toward the stairs.
As they scrambled upstairs, they hissed to each other.
"The ancestral hall''s not up here."
"How was I supposed to know?"
"Just move."
secret? That''s gossip for fools.
Enoch finally spoke. "Seamar
Shouldn''t the heirs of the
the heirs of the Four Great
know better?"
Debra smiled, "Mr. Osborne, our
families att fell into chaos, and Caleb
passed away recently. Yet the
Osborne family stayed untouched. That doesn''t happen without special measures."