“Resemblance? Maybe it’s just a coincidence. Or maybe that’s the very reason my father adopted me,” Pierre said, not wanting to get his hopes up.
Alden didn’t continue his question. He chose to keep his deductions to himself. He didn’t want to interfere too much in his future brother-in-law’s personal matters.
The car they were riding in finally arrived at a house that was simpler than the one they visited a few days ago. Although it was said to be simpler, it was still obvious that the owner was a conglomerate.
The entrance had to go through several stages: the main gate, the courtyard gate, and finally a large black carved door that contrasted with the dominant white paint of the luxurious house.
After being welcomed by several servants, Pierre instructed them to follow him into a ro
