Gerald was scared stiff. His face was still burning from the slap, the mark still visible. But he had no time to worry about that; he was filled with questions, mainly wanting to know why Maxwell was so courteous and even fearful of Nathan.
But the situation was far from over. Before they could ask any questions, another voice was heard from outside.
"I'm disciple Martin Kelsen. I'm here to greet Master Williams with my family." Before the words had even finished, the gray-haired Martin had entered with a group of bodyguards, accompanied by his son Troy and granddaughter Vicky.
Seeing Martin, Nathan asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
Martin bowed respectfully, "Greetings, ancestral master."
"I received word that Maxwell had brought people to Beverly Hill. I feared
