An hour later, the gray Cullinan slowly drove into the Sanders Manor. Ocelotte opened the car door, his tall frame of six-foot-two passing through the foyer and into the living room.

Although it was already the middle of the night, the Sanders Manor was still brightly lit. Noah was waiting for his youngest son to return late.

Hearing the noise, Noah put down the chess pieces in his hands. He looked up and smiled at Ocelotte, who looked heartbroken. "Out prowling in the middle of the night? Did you catch anything?"

Ocelotte took off his coat and casually tossed it onto the sofa. Then, he instructed the housekeeper, "Make me some sandwiches, Kendra."

Kendra had always been fond of him. She quickly untied her apron and went to the kitchen. A little while later, she brought over some sandwiches.

As Ocelotte ate the sandwiches in large bites, Noah silently walked over. The latter watched his son and silently urging him to hurry up.

Ocelotte put down the sandwich and said indif