Before Alexander Barron even stepped into the hall, he had already noticed something — the second and third branches of the Barron family were all present, except for one familiar face: Daniel Barron was nowhere to be seen.
“Forget about that brat!”
Just the mention of Daniel made Mr. Barron Sr. fume.
Speak of the devil.
“I’m here now, aren’t I? Grandpa, why the anger?”
That hoarse, deep voice came from the doorway — it was Daniel.
He strode in lazily, his cool, sharp gaze swept past Alexander, paused briefly on Summer Knight, then moved on like she didn't matter.
Staring at Alexander, Daniel gave a mocking smirk.
“Didn’t expect you and Summer to actually turn up for Grandpa’s birthday. Haven’t seen you in half a month — thought you planned to hide out on your isl
