Kingsly Scott laughed and stood up to shake hands with Mark.
Mark left with a smile.
Helen Hayes went to see Mark off.
Kingsly held a glass of red wine, lounging comfortably against the back of his chair.
Heh—
"Mr. Scott," such a distant address, indeed.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Kingsly took a sip of his wine.
The newcomer was Liam Archer, accompanied by an older man, who stood respectfully before Kingsly. "Boss, I've found the housekeeper who came to France with the Franklins over twenty years ago, but she isn't very knowledgeable about the Franklins' past."
The older man kept his head bowed, intimidated by Kingsly's inherent aura of authority.
Liam comforted the old man, "Just tell Mr. Scott everything you know about the events back then. Don't be afraid."
