♧Adrian♧
I kept a close eye on Astrid from across the room, even as I exchanged pleasantries with some of the important dignitaries. My attention was split—part of me focused on her, the other on the man I was avoiding. My father.
Instead, I ran into Drake Herman, his long-time friend.
Drake raised a brow at me, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose.
“Well, look who we have here—Adrian,” he said with a small smirk.
I tucked both hands into my pockets, taking my time to assess him.
Just like my father, Drake was a billionaire in the mobile industry. It made sense that they stuck together. Birds of a feather, after all.
“Mr. Herman,” I addressed him formally. For a man over sixty, he had aged well.
“Have you seen your father around?” he asked.
I tilted my head slightly. “I neve
