The Invisible Heir
He turned, somewhat reluctantly, and found himself facing a well dressed older man. The man’s suit was immaculately tailored, his silver hair was combed back with class. Everything about the man showed that he was someone wealthy
“Do I know you?” Julian asked, guardedly looking the man in the eyes.
The man gave a small nod, unfazed by Julian’s guarded tone, he stretched out his hand eagerly, almost so eargery which caught Julian off guard, “My name is Alfred Bannerman.”