The car pulled up before the entrance of the main mansion and a guard ran forward to open the car door for Marco as usual.

He strolled into the house and straight to the courtyard where he knew Matteo would be sprawled lazily on a relaxing chair, drinking the day away.

Just as expected, Ezekiel was indeed there.

Seeing his son walk in, a smile spread across his lips.

“Marco."

Marco on the other hand wasn't happy to see him.

He just stayed quiet as he pulled a chair to sit on.

Ezekiel was already used to his son's coldness towards him. He wasn't in the least bothered about it....