The Lost Consortium Heir

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The old man was beaming with a smile as he introduced Theresa to Mike. “And Theresa, meet my grandson, Mike Duncan, heir of Duncan conglomerates,” Matthew said.

“Please, the both of you, take off your masks,” the old man said. Theresa took off her mask first, and even though the light in the room was dull, her facial features were sharp.

Mike was stunned by the amount of beauty in just one person. He took off his mask causing a smile to curve on Nathan's lips,

“You look just like your late father,” he said. There was a brief silence between them.

“I’m sorry if I sour your mood,” the old man apologized for talking about Mike’s late father at an event where everyone should only speak of good things because it was a moment to be happy.

Theresa forced a smile on her face and stretched her hand forward to shake Mike.

“Good day, gentleman,” she said, shaking hands with him.

“You know, the both of you look good together,”

“Em, Grandpa, I want to use the restroom,” Theresa cut in before Nath