On the ground floor, within the main hall.
Asher and Axel, alongside Ralph, who had donned a sophisticated suit, and the two madams, had
graciously received Lance and his second son, Charles Iverson, into their residence.
âAsher the CEO and Axel the prosecutor! My, you two have grown into such fine young men! Oh, is this
Madam Milaâs younger son? The last time I saw you, boy, you were still so small and playful. Now,
youâve grown to be so handsome! Where are you working these days?â
Lance Iverson, the chairman of the Iverson Group, warmly approached the Thompson brothers and
enthusiastically shook hands with them.
âI am currently serving as a police officer, assigned to the criminal investigation department, Uncle
Lance,â Ralph replied with a faint smile.
âReally⦠A police officer?â Lance expressed a degree of surprise, a glint of shrewdness flickering in his
eyes.
From the perspective of this business magnate, a police officer was the lowest rung among public
servants, earning meager wages, constantly putting themselves in danger, and engaging in a variety of
gritty and strenuous tasks. More importantly, the career trajectory was limited. The pinnacle would be a
senior police commissioner, far from the significance of inheriting a multi-billion-dollar family business.
âMy son lacks talent. Iâm sure his career choice has given you a good laugh.â Mila displayed a hint of
embarrassment. Her younger sonâs chosen profession had always been a source of concern for her.
Among Wyattâs wives, Mila held the highest social status because she was from the Larson family. She
did not want to compete with Wyattâs other wives or partition the rest of the Thompson family, but her
upbringing had instilled a strong sense of family honor.
Thus, Mila aspired for her children to be exceptional individuals, subjecting them to particularly
stringent expectations.
Yet, her youngest son, Ralph, happened to be an unambitious person and insisted on dedicating his life
to criminal investigation, deviating from the path she had envisioned for him. It truly caused her a
considerable headache.
âMila, youâre being too humble!â
Sasha, who had always been forthright, stepped forward and proudly patted Ralph on the shoulder with
a beaming smile. âHow is Ralph lacking talent? At the age of 27, he achieved first -class merit and
three second-class merits for consistently solving major cases. Heâs genuinely the pride of the Savrow
Police Department!â
âNot only that, Ralph is now the captain of the Savrow First Criminal Investigation Division. Heâs also
the youngest captain in the history of the division, Uncle Lance.â Axel added. He joined in with support,
as he did not want the Iverson family to look down on his impressive seventh brother.
âHaha⦠Truly a promising young talent, indeed!â Lance chuckled in agreement.
Ralph, upon hearing the accolades from his family, was even more pleased than receiving
merits. He shyly scratched his head and grinned.
âLance! Oh, myâ¦â
Accompanied by Celeste and Quentin, Wyatt approached Lance and his son. His smiling eyes
concealed a hint of teasing. âItâs been quite a while since you paid me a visit! I was starting to think
some part of you malfunctioned and you went overseas for maintenance, afraid to face me.â
âOh, thatâs rich coming from you!â Lance briskly approached, sporting a playful frown. âTwo months
ago, I invited you to go horseback riding with me, and you came up with some excuse about being
busy. What happened to the enthusiasm you used to have for horseback riding? It made me wonder if
your legs arenât nimble enough to climb onto a horse anymore due to your age. Were you afraid Iâd
make fun of you, so you declined my invitation?â
âHaha⦠You really worry about inconsequential matters. My body is still agile!â Wyatt mischievously
curled his lips. At 60 years old, he could still exude such arrogance.
âWhen we are both elderly, toothless, and residing in a nursing home, I am certain I will be the one
pushing your wheelchair. Just wait and see!â
Observing the two brothers banter like in the old days, everyone could not help but chuckle on the side.
Tonight, Lance adorned a meticulous four-piece suit, featuring a charcoal gray base and a silver-white
tie with fine black stripes as an accent, radiating finesse.
Unexpectedly, Wyatt did not adhere to the usual conventions. He chose to wear a white silk long robe
with delicate embroidery, which added a touch of luxury. He looked effortlessly handsome in such
casual attire. Not a single strand of white hair adorned his temples, and his posture remained as
straight as it was twenty years ago. It was genuinely exasperating for
Lance.
Lance and Wyatt were both individuals who placed special emphasis on their appearance. Since their
youth, they have dedicated considerable effort to dressing and skin care. They had engaged in this
friendly competition for more than twenty years, seemingly determined to outdo each other until they
were both in their coffins.