"Oh, Taylor, I haven't introduced you yet," Mr. Bernardo said with a smile, gesturing toward Harrison beside him.
"This is—"
"President Harrison," Taylor smoothly interjected, his lips curving slightly as he regarded Harrison.
"We had the pleasure of meeting yesterday."
A closer look would reveal that his deep, dark eyes held no trace of warmth—only an inscrutable, shadowed glint.
Sinclair's stance on Harrison family was clear.
This man wouldn't be making waves for much longer.
"Exactly," Harrison replied, narrowing his eyes with a practiced smile.
"Mr. Taylor and I are already acquainted.
No need for the introduction, Uncle Bernardo."
Mr. and Mrs. Bernardo gazed at their two outstanding sons-in-law, their satisfaction growing by the second.
Juliet, adopting the gentle tone of an elder sister, smiled softly at Taylor.
"Mr. Taylor, did you come here to pick up my sister?"
