Martin entered the door and set foot inside the study. The gray-haired old man had his eyes on a newspaper, and although he was old, he did not ordinary.

He was Martin's grandfather, Parker James.

Perhaps because of his blood, Martin had an inexplicable sense of intimacy when he met his grandfather.

"Martin, have a seat." Parker motioned his hand.

"No, grandfather. If you have anything to say, just say it." Martin stood firm, not humble.

After hearing his words, Parker, who was reading the newspaper, couldn't help but put down his newspaper and look up at him.

When Parker saw Martin, his eyes flashed with surprise.

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