She stiffly turned her head, right into the gaze of her mother—Elizabeth, whose eyes looked cold and filled with "resentment" despite her seemingly smiling face.
"Uh... Mom?" Kira's smile froze on her face.
She couldn't understand how her perfect plan, which she considered a "century-level assist," seemed to have backfired?
Just at the height of the cheerful atmosphere, the sound of a boat's diesel engine suddenly approached from the private dock outside the villa, breaking the silence in the living room.
"Oh, damn," Elizabeth's anger quickly found a new outlet.
She glanced out the window, saying snappily, "That guy who can do nothing but fish, finally bothered to come back."
Accompanied by footsteps, a tall and thin man in professional sea fishing attire, his hair tousled by the sea breeze yet his spirit unusually high, appeared.
He came in holding a cooler, brimming with excitement. He was Mike's father, Riven's grandfather, a fishing-obsessed Irish gentleman—Sean O'Connell.
