"One hundred percent Silverboan..." As Harriett grasped the implications of Adrian's words, he felt like he had something lodged in his throat. Though he had had his suspicions and knew they were likely true, he clung to a glimmer of hope. How could someone like Adrian become friends with his daughter?

"How did you two meet?" Harriett asked in a deep voice.

Regardless of whether the young man before him was the legendary great fiend or not, he knew he had to inform Sid about this, even if it was another misunderstanding. It turned out that what Sid said before about the problem was not groundless speculation. The old man had indeed noticed something was wrong. Harriett had just been too foolish to realize it.

Just then, the door of the room opened, and a waiter walked in, starting to serve the food.

"Mr. Harriett, the food is served. Shouldn't we put an end to this?" Adrian asked.

Harriett broke out in a cold sweat. From what Adrian said, Adrian seemed to have read his mind.

"Fat