AMIL
The driver back to the penthouse was quiet. Joe, my personal assistant had noticed the shift in my mood the moment he caught up to me by the elevator. I never thought I'd meet Lyron again, especially like this. The encounter with Lyron had stirred up emotions I thought I had buried deep within. How long has it been since I last saw him?
"Sir, are you alright?" Joe asked. "You've been acting strange since I met you at the elevator."
"It's nothing," I said, rubbing my forehead. Even though I wanted to talk to Lyron so bad during the six years we were apart, I couldn't bring myself to search for him intensively, not after everything I had done to him. Not to mention that if I had searched for him openly, grandad would have found out. "Actually, it's about the artist that came
