Abandoned by Love, Embraced by Fortune: The Heir Returns
I'd just slipped my phone back into my pocket when I saw my family's butler, David Brown, standing at the entrance of the lounge.
He nodded at me, looking as respectful as ever as he said, "Mr. Garrison, your father sent me to bring you home."
"Thanks, David." I got up and followed him to the parking lot. A black Bentley was parked at the VIP pick-up lane.
The car merged smoothly into traffic. I watched the skyscrapers flash past the window and thought of myself seven years ago, crammed into a tiny rental and eating instant mac and cheese.
Back then, Cheryl used to say, "Nate, once we make money, we'll buy a place with a view of the Hatton River."