Banyan City, the Locke Family, the surface of the walls of the two-story Western-style house is weathered but it can hardly hide the luxury inside.
In the hall, four square pillars are wrapped in high-quality mahogany, and even the furniture placed is made of the same material.
The ancient mahogany chairs, small low table, and the cabinet supporting the television underneath, each one is wrapped in a weathered surface that hides its inner luxury.
Alder Locke entered through the wide-open door, wearing a riveted leather jacket with the collar up, underneath a flashy shirt with three buttons undone, revealing a chest with not an ounce of muscle.
A very fair-skinned man, paired with his seemingly damp short hair, he looked a bit like a vampire from a foreign blockbuster, except that the foreign vampires always look gentlemanly, whereas Alder Locke appeared completely nonchalant.
The Lamborghini car keys swung around his finger continuously, humming a tune, and upon seeing his mother sitting on the wooden sofa, he walked over to the staircase without even greeting her, clearly a spoiled second-generation rich kid.
"Stop right there! You rascal! Where have you been fooling around again?"
Grandfather Locke emerged from his room leaning on his cane, an intimidating presence not to be trifled with.
Alder Locke halted his steps, turned, and looked at the old man with a face full of grievances.
"Grandpa, are you trying to scare me to death?"
"Hmph, better off dead, less trouble!" Grandfather Locke coldly snorted. As he walked, his cane tapped on the marble floor with rhythmic clangs, drawing yet another grievance from Alder, "Grandpa! I’m your grandson!"
"Mom, you’re awake," Emma Reynolds quickly stood up and helped Grandfather Locke, slowly walking him to the wooden armchair.
As she helped him sit down, she softly consoled him, "You know, don’t take it too seriously with this reckless kid, or you’ll only upset yourself."
After speaking, she too sat down beside Grandfather Locke, embodying a gentle and virtuous image.
"Mom!" Another complaint came out, Emma turned her head and glared at her son, followed by another cold huff from Grandfather Locke.
"Hmph! It’s all because you spoiled him!"
While talking, he pointed at Alder who stood beside the staircase, still jingling car keys, humming a tune, and looking entirely unconcerned, "Look at him, all day long, no stability! He’s in his twenties and doesn’t even have a wife, just knows how to mess around outside!"
"Humph, it’s not that I don’t want to find one. If I wanted, plenty of women would flock to me," Alder muttered back defendedly.
"Finnian, can’t you just hold back your words? If you make grandpa’s health worse, see if your dad doesn’t deal with you!"
"Mom! Why can’t you see my point? I’m telling the truth. Look at your son’s handsome and dashing appearance, finding a woman to bring home would be a breeze and joyful!"
"Tomorrow, you’d better bring one back for me!" Grandfather Locke, irritated, tapped his cane. This grandson of his, not knowing whose temperament he inherited, always shuns responsibilities and lies blatantly.
"Grandpa, you said it, I’ll bring one back for you tomorrow," Alder said with a laugh, and before Grandfather Locke could react, he turned and hurried up the stairs, tapping on the railing.
"This rascal, you’ve spoiled him!" Thinking of his grandson’s irresponsible behavior, Grandfather Locke turned to his daughter-in-law complainingly.
"Dad, it’s all my fault," Emma agreed good-naturedly, just about to continue placating Grandfather Locke when her husband, Max Locke, strode in.
Seeing his father also in the living room, he quickened his pace, looking slightly panicked.
"Dad, someone has been secretly investigating the incident from years ago."