RISE OF THE BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

156

Mr. Buster sat in his dimly lit living room, the only sound the faint rustle of his newspaper as he flipped the pages. A knowing smirk played on his lips as he glanced toward the front door. He knew Mello would be arriving soon, full of questions and accusations. But he was ready. He had been preparing for this moment for days.

With deliberate calmness, he reached for his glass of juice, taking a slow sip. The cool liquid slid down his throat. He set the glass back on the table with a soft clink, his eyes never leaving the door.

He smiled to himself, folding the newspaper and placing it neatly beside the glass.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a man dressed in a sharp, professional suit entered the room. It was Caleb, Mr. Buster's lawyer—always punctual, always prepared.

"You made it here early, Caleb," Mr. Buster remarked, a sly smile creeping across his face.

Caleb returned the smile, a brief flicker of warmth in his otherwise stern demeanor. "I wouldn’t miss it. I assume eve