Only then did I suddenly remember that Professor Whitman once had a protégé who was known as the youngest associate attending at Westbridge General.
So it had been Julian.
And he was Adrian Grant's nephew too.
Both uncle and nephew were my senior fellow protégés. It was, admittedly, rather strange.
He sat down beside me, and when he looked at me, there seemed to be a hint of... interest in his eyes.
Adrian looked at Natalie, who was sitting beside Ethan, and asked, "Ethan, who is this?"
Natalie was just about to say something, but Ethan cut her off. "Oh, she's my friend, Natalie Sinclair."
Six simple words, yet they were enough to make the smile on Natalie's face stiffen.
Everyone at the table knew one another. They were either friends, alumni, or fellow protégés under the same men
