Alex
“So, you’re Alex McGregor.” Serene’s grandma asked. I looked at the old man sitting beside her and noticed that he had not said anything since we arrived at their mansion.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied respectfully. My mother is very intimidating, and so is my father. But looking at this old woman, even at her age, she was oozing with confidence, just like my wife. The old man beside her is not an exception. Although he hasn’t said anything, I feel he’s not easy to deal with if I am on his bad side.
“And you’re a billionaire.”
“That’s not a secret.”
“Arturo,” the old woman said,
“Yes, dear?” the old man replied, his eyes not leaving me.
“What do you think?”
“I’m sure our granddaughter had already looked into him, but I trust your judgment.” What the? Did I hear him correctly? Is he
