Chapter 541

The man who answered the door was taller than Isaac. His skin was fair but rough, his hair was combed backward, and his eyes were a shocking blue, sharp and pronounced like his other facial features. Naturally, he was not the type people fall in love with at first sight, but one would never get bored ogling him. Standing aside, he said, "I've been waiting." Isaac entered. His clothes were thoroughly wrinkled after flying in and out of the country, his collar slightly open and stubbles visible on his chin. But it still did not affect his good looks—it added a sense of rugged maturity to him, in fact. He flexed his neck, which had gotten stiff from sitting, as he settled down on the couch. Sammy sat opposite him and asked, "Where is it?" Isaac threw the papers on the table. … Sammy was a Raideen. The head of the family was almost eighty now, and was barely surviving after suffering a heart condition. Naturally, the question of who his inheritance would go to was asked w