Chapter 691

Wyatt stood up and went to the backyard with Murray. The villa was extravagant, with a spacious backyard that featured not only rock gardens and pavilions but also a large pond. The scenic view was refreshing and pleasant. The backyard extended to the neighboring property, separated by only a row of wooden fencing that had replaced the original dividing wall. Beyond the fence, an elderly man with white hair and a long beard, dressed in white overalls, was tending to flowers in a flowerbed. His oversized outfit gave him an ethereal, almost otherworldly, appearance. A middle-aged man with a sharp gaze stood behind him, emanating a deep presence. He appeared to be the elderly man's attendant and treated him with the utmost respect. "Young man, did you sleep well last night?" Moses Brightridge, the elderly man, asked without looking up, his voice carrying over the fence. Murray frowned in anger. Moses had hired the group of thugs who came harassing them the night before. Yet, he stil