CHAPTER 393. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. Childhood Memories

Chiara fell silent, her eyes widening as he shook her hand with a gentle greeting.

“Hanover...?” It wasn’t a common surname, and she knew a Hanover. “By any chance, do you know... Oskar, Oskar Hanover?”

Oskar Hanover had been one of Asterion Bank’s most important regional managers for many years, and her father had held him in high regard.

“Yes, Oskar is my father,” Viktor smiled. “We crossed paths a few times in the halls of Asterion when