"Mr. Chambers, have a seat."
Mrs. Ford and Julian Ford remained composed, both the type to stay unfazed even in the face of disaster.
Under Mrs. Ford's hospitality, Mr. Chambers, accompanied by a pretty girl, sat down with a smile on his face.
He looked over at Finn Chandler, finally taking a closer look.
"I haven't seen Finn Chandler for some years. She used to wear suits, which is why I didn't recognize her at first. I apologize for that."
Mr. Chambers said with a smile.
When he looked at Finn Chandler, there was no anger in his eyes; he wasn't bothered by Finn's identity at all.
Simply because he couldn't care less whether Finn was a man or a woman.
Whoever gives him money is good.
Finn Chandler remained silent. She had met Mr. Chambers half a year ago at the old man's place.
At that time, though, Mr. Chambers had his arm around a pretty girl and hadn't spared her a glance.
Such was her biological father. Besides providing a sperm, everything else was void.
