At the Riverdale Estate.
"We've received no response from him, Mr. Riverdale," the man in a suit, Kavin, reported.
The old man, seated in a high-backed chair, tapped his fingers slowly on the armrests. His narrowed eyes glinted with restrained intensity.
"The child is growing bold now that he's grown up," he muttered.
His fingers stilled as he added coldly, "Seems like it's time to refresh his memory of the past."
"Any orders for me?" Kavin asked, waiting patiently.
"Let him rest for today. Tomorrow, I'll go personally to meet him."
"Yes, Mr. Riverdale."
Kavin left the room silently, leaving the old man alone. His eyes remained fixed on the television screen in front of him, where Justin's photo was displayed prominently.
"You've been living in the Eastern Country… right under my nose… building your empire," the old man murmured. "And I didn't even know."
His voice dropped, laced with both curiosity and challenge.
