North City, 1:00 a.m.
Bennett Family Villa.
This is where Norman Bennett was born, yet it is no longer his home. This place has changed beyond recognition!
He couldn't even see the asparagus fern his mother planted at the entrance; it had been replaced with tung oil flowers, his stepmother's favorite.
He stood at the entrance for more than ten minutes. The servants, under his orders, dared not report his arrival, all standing with heads lowered.
Soon, Norman Bennett received a call from Raymond Wood.
"Boss, everything is in place."
...
"Young Master, you've returned, but the Master hasn't slept yet," an old butler respectfully said to Norman Bennett.
As soon as he entered the house, he heard Philip Bennett's angry voice.
"Back again." Philip Bennett sat on the sofa, looking at his son who rushed back in the middle of the night. Although he felt dissatisfied, seeing his son return, he suppressed most of his anger.
