Alister Or Alisters?

With servants by his side, he brisked up the stairs. A white limousine descended onto the pad fixed to the roof. Alister stood with a pleasant smile while a middle-aged man stepped down, carrying a briefcase on his right. The guards bowed to their master, Alister lowered his back, a pair of Italian leather walked to his sight. Alister smiled and straightened his back.

“Hello, father”

“Hello son” thick brows settled on his wide forehead, lined with years of stress as the head of the Leroux family. “How is Natalia?”

Under the guise of a sweet smile, Alister gritted his teeth. ‘Why? She is just a brat? A thief!’

Alister said “Oh, Natalia… she is fine”

His father asked, “Hmm, where is she?” he glanced around, hoping to find

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