Donald sat on the sofa somewhat reluctantly. He was annoyed as he thought to himself, “F*ck! He is nothing more than a lapdog, and he actually dares to be so pretentious in front of me?! He talked so much in such an arrogant manner, but he did not even pour me a glass of water. What a f*cking b*stard!”

After half an hour.

A convoy of several Rolls-Royces drove through the main gate of the lakeside villa.

Cadfan, Sheldon, and Arrington were all waiting at the entrance. As soon as the convoy stopped, Sheldon personally stepped forward to open the rear car door of the second Rolls-Royce.

An old man with white hair was sitting in the back seat of the car.

This man should be over eight years old now, but he looked very strong, and he did not look like a very old man at all.

Sheldon, who was fifty years old, looked at the old man in front of him before he said respectfully, “Hello, Grandpa Mason! It has been a long time since I last saw you!”

The old man smiled slightly before he touc