Adrian looked back to see a young man scowling at him.
There was enough resemblance between the newcomer and the picture he was just speaking to for him to realise who he was.
Young Master Scott.
He was dressed flamboyantly in a sea-green suit like he was attending a concert instead of his own father's funeral.
“Are you deaf? I asked you a question!” he shouted, his voice out of place in the solemnity of the room.
“I came to pay my respect to your father.”
Scott scoffed. “Of course. Just as many of those pretentious fools out there. I asked you who the f**k you are. Stop avoiding my question.”
“I am your father's friend, and I am already leaving,” Adrian said, intending to head out to stop the young master's inappropriate display in front of his father's urn.
Scott blocked his path
