Darius had a stoic expression on his face as he stared at the man seated beside the table filled with delicacies, and although he couldn’t look at his grandfather’s expression now, he could guess that he had the same stoic expression.

Maxwell Finn was relatively handsome, and although he was old now, Darius could tell that he was a playboy in his younger days, and it wasn’t hard to tell where Michael Finn got his impressive looks from.

Yet, while there were some similarities between the father and son, there were surely some differences between them.

For one, Maxwell did not have the brutal and cunning impression his son had, and he looked somewhat gentle; but that made Darius a bit wary. After all, he knew one of the most basic rules in a meeting like this was never to judge a book by its cover.

Although Maxwell Finn might look harmless right now, he could be more cunning and brutal than his son. They had the same blood after all.

Maxwell Finn stood up as a sign of respect and welcom