After the banquet, Alex Reid prepared to leave. Despite his age, the Old man personally escorted him to the entrance—a rare gesture that spoke volumes about his gratitude.
As they stepped outside, the old man's sharp gaze lingered on Alex, a mixture of appreciation and curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"Young man, you've done a great service for our family today," the old man said, his voice measured. "I assumed you had some request for us, yet throughout the entire evening, you never mentioned one." He studied Alex intently. "So tell me, what exactly brought you to the Wells estate today?"
Alex smiled faintly. "Reid Industries may not be as influential as the Wells family, but I don't make a habit of asking for favors." His tone was calm but firm.
"I didn't come here seeking anything. Fixing the fortune layout of your estate was just part of it." His expression grew serious as he continued.
