Kapitel 133: The Lion and His Heart of Father

Michael Moore was a very handsome man who had lost nothing of his beauty despite his age. Tall, straight, with aristocratic features, and a beard flecked with noble gray hair, he looked like a Roman senator. Since Kevin was almost a copy of his father, Jack Lambert was able to look into his beloved's future without fear.

The man stood by the window, staring out at the city skyline that stretched out from the twentieth floor of the little tower he owned. It might not be the tallest building in the world, but it was definitely one of the tallest in the city.

"I thought I made it clear," Michael Moore said, his voice firm and razor-sharp, "that as long as you're with my son, we have nothing to talk about. Did you come to inform me that you and Kevin are no longer together? "