Everyone in the family was a high working individual with aims.
As they all settled for dinner, Raphael came downstairs sluggishly with his two hands inside his pockets, his hair was a bit rough but it only added to his handsome look. Everyone's eyes darted toward him as he approached the table to eat. Mandarin snorted enviously but did not say a word. Raphael was the one who got his father's features and was more handsome than his brother, Vegas but then money speaks.
They started eating. About five minutes later, Michael placed his cutlery beside his plate and chewed gently. This was what his wife noticed and she looked in the direction that he was staring.
"Ralph," Michael called and he looked up at him.
"You called me father?"
"Hmm. How is the work with the Z-site goin
