When There Is Nothing Left But Love

In the middle of the living room, Zachary lounged on the single-seated sofa with a cigar between his fingers whilst brewing some tea. His sophisticated gestures exuded the charm of a matured man, even at the age of fifty. One could easily imagine how equally suave he must have been when he was younger.

I sat down on the sofa next to his before greeting softly, “Dad.”

He hummed in acknowledgment before placing a teacup before me. “Have a taste of this green tea that we imported this year.”

“Okay.” I took a quick sip, running the warm liquid over my tongue. Then I flashed a brief smile at him once the flavor seeped in. “It’s pretty good. I can taste the notes of sweet grass in there.”

There was no response from him. He looked away and focused on refilling my cup.

Cameron intended to spend some bonding time with Summer before dinner. However, Summer had put her foot down and insisted on completing her homework in the study. At this, Cameron gave in and followed along to tutor her.

Right when they arrived upstairs, a maid’s voice called out from the front door. “Mr. Moore, the guest has arrived.”

“Invite them in.” Zachary didn’t even bat an eyelash at this sudden arrival. He blew at his tea in a relaxed and unbothered manner.

not having a

as suspicion fizzled in my head, the guest’s footsteps grew closer

burning curiosity. Turning around, I was faced with a foreign man. The only indication of his identity was the superb quality of his garments; he wore a white dress shirt underneath a sleek, black trench coat with a hand-knitted

still couldn’t put a name to his face, no matter how hard I pried into my mind. It was evident that this man wasn’t someone I knew, nor have our lives ever

greet Zachary, then cast

name rolled off his tongue as he politely

Elliot?

the trader who disappeared into thin air after he single-handedly swiped billions from many capitalists at the stock trade

first blew up, Emma often shared juicy tidbits about the stock-investing world. She also mentioned that Elliot was considered a celebrity in that realm. Hence, I couldn’t help but freeze at the

after Elliot, I civilly reached out to shake his hand. “It’s a

Delight beamed on her face as she ushered, “No need to stand around, please sit.

neutral smile as he continued, “Father wants to return to his roots, so he moved

profile owned an abundance of companies under their very names. Sure enough,