You've Got The Wrong Person

Callan Handerson was all tensed up in his Rolls Royce, his features looked more contoured, and his jawlines sharp as a knife. Tyler Handerson sat beside him; stole a glance every now and then, and said cautiously, "Third Uncle, Vannah will be fine. Mr. Fawkes is after me. He must have seen us move to and fro the villa and he misunderstood her to be my lover... You know as well as I do, that under your strict supervision these days, there has been no other woman around me except for Vannah." Callan lowered his gaze to look at his nephew, and he said, "Why are you calling her Vannah? Are you two very close?" "Uh, not at all!" Tyler couldn't figure out why his Third Uncle was so focused on something as insignificant as a nickname. "What should I call her then?" Callan couldn't wrap his head around it either, he just couldn't help but felt that it was a little too intimate for his nephew to address Savannah with a nickname! It made him feel very uncomfortable, so he said with his low voice