Chapter 141: Chaos at the Alberts meeting

"Lydia, will you just get straight to the point and stop making things difficult for us!" Grandfather bellowed, running out of patience.

"I swear, I saw him. I saw Harlan Smith.  He told me that he is Harlan Smith… He told me that I should warn everyone because we are pissing him off. I swear, father, I saw him with my two eyes," Lydia said, her make-up had been smeared with her constant use of her handkerchief to wipe her face.

"Then just tell the artist how he looks, what you remember about his face so that he can make a sketch for us," grandfather said, this time, he tried not to shout.

Lydia turned to the artist, he is one of the Alberts too, he had a pencil in his hand but had not been able to draw more than a human hair.

"Did he have a mustache?" The frustrated artist asked the bewildered Lydia.

"No. He looks very young. He doesn't seem like someone who had started growing a beard," Lydia said, she pulled at