“HELLO, MY dear nephew,” the man, George Blackbell, greeted August in a low and dangerous tone. “Should we just see each other in tough times like this?” he added to ask as he sat beside August, who tried to suppress his smirk but failed.

“Maybe,” August answered, slightly teasing his uncle. “Maybe that is our only role in our lives.”

George chuckled a little because of August’s response. “Ah, how nice it is to have a nephew who has the same humor as me.”

Both of them laughed and enjoyed the moment of them talking casually to each other while waiting for the meeting to start.

Francis, on the other hand, could not believe his eyes at this moment. His eyes were wide, and his lips were parted. His calm demeanor slightly had a crack on it as he realized that it was not a dream.

George Blackbell, one of the notorious personalities in the business industry, was in front of them. And he just called August his nephew.

“Nephew… What the fuck?” Francis muttered a curse, causing August to look