âHello, Uncle Wyatt.â Charles approached with grace and politely bowed toward Wyatt.
Although Charles and Christopher were half-siblings, their physical traits diverged noticeably.
Christopher, Lanceâs fourth son, boasted a delicate and androgynous appearance, rendering gender
identification challenging. Conversely, Lanceâs second son showcased more sharply defined features-
thick, arched eyebrows gracefully extending into his temples. His eyes were deep-set, and his gaze
was as sharp as his fatherâs. He was also tall and slim.
âOh, Charles, greetings to you as well!â
Wyatt extended an affectionate smile to the younger Iverson, whom he had watched grow up. âLance,
didnât you say that you were bringing your youngest son along as well? Itâs been quite a few years
since I last laid eyes on your fourth son. Why isnât he with you?â
âHaha⦠That rascal mentioned having some last-minute business to attend to, so he will be arriving a
bit later.â
Lance scanned his surroundings, expressing confusion. âWyatt, didnât you say Bella would be joining
us tonight? Why havenât I seen her?â
âCough, cough⦠Bella mentioned she had some matters to attend to and would join us after resolving
them.â Wyatt could not quite grasp his daughterâs routine, but she usually would not break a promise.
âTsk, Bella better not bail on us! I came specifically to see her!â
Lance insisted, âI wonât leave without seeing Bella tonight!â
Soon after he said this, the butlerâs clear voice echoed from outside. âChairman Thompson, Ms. Bella
is back!â
âSpeak of the devil!â
Upon hearing of his daughterâs return, Wyatt instantly lit up with a beaming smile. His eyes sparkled
with indulgence.
At this moment, everyone turned to look at the entrance.
Lanceâs eyes immediately brightened. He extended his neck and eagerly gazed outward.
Charles, who was usually nonchalant, also subtly changed his expression. Accustomed to grand
scenes, he even discreetly adjusted his tie. He was inexplicably nervous.
âDad! Iâm back!â
A crisp and sweet voice resounded through the hall.
Bella, radiant as the sun, walked in with graceful steps alongside Christopher, shocking everyone
except for Asher.,
Even Wyatt was astonished.
At this moment, Lanceâs and Charlesâs expressions became intriguing.
Lanceâs brow furrowed slightly, while Charles pressed his lips together, the color draining
from them. His gaze turned cold and gloomy. A sense of irritation at being played surged in his chest.
With a sullen face, he tugged at his tie.
âUncle Wyatt, Dad, apologies for our tardiness,â Christopher said.
First, he cast a deep glance at Bella by his side, then politely bowed to the two elders.
âChris, did you happen to run into Bella at the door?â Lanceâs gaze shifted between them, probing.
âNo, Dad.â Christopher slowly curled his lips. His affectionate gaze lingered on Bellaâs side profile. âI
deliberately went to pick Bella up from her hotel and came here together with her.â