The butler approached and took the car keys from his hand. Seeing his unusual expression, he concisely reported:
"Young master, the old sir waited up for you all night. He didn't want to disturb you while you were hosting friends, so he didn't call. He went to bed at eleven, asking me to pass on the message that you should meet him in the bedroom at eight this morning."
Bryan White remained silent, his handsome face cold. With his hands in his pockets, he casually asked, "Did Mr. Owen and Miss Gibson come back?"
"They returned, around eleven thirty. They've already retired to their rooms."
"Alright, go ahead." Bryan White waved his hand, signaling him to go rest.
The butler bowed to him and silently withdrew.
Bryan White walked upstairs heavily, stopping after a few steps. His gaze fell on the staircase, and he sighed deeply.
He already guessed what his father wanted to discuss, nothing but a blind date, something he had agreed to...
