In the Watsons' luxurious villa, Andrew, the head of the Brookes, who used to be a top family in LA, was wearing silk pajamas and sitting in the middle of a hall while sipping tea comfortably.
Although the days of living with the Watsons in San Jose weren't as comfortable as they were when he was a family head in LA, Reynold treated the Brookes well. In addition to providing them with two four-story villas, he also occasionally gave them some tea leaves, tobacco, wine, and so on.
Andrew wasn't sitting here alone. Sitting on the sofa opposite him was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He was Andrew's son, Shaun Brooke, the father of Aston and Estelle.
"Dad, it's already so late. The Elite Business Exchange held in San Francisco must already be over, right?" Shaun asked while rubbing his hands together with glistening eyes.