In the innermost of the Danbury Manor was a quaint and elegant villa. An old man in a uniform with an apron around his waist was cooking homemade dishes in the kitchen with a bright and gracious smile on his face.
Since he returned from Boston, Jaylen had not interfered in the family business, such as the merger of the Callahan family enterprise or the cooperation with other companies.
He knew his family would have a brighter future soon because he had known what happened to Trent in Los Angeles and that Trent announced his identity in public.
His family would be more powerful if Kiley married Trent. How lucky Kiley was!
Since he had been in the Bentham family for decades, nobody knew more about how powerful the family was than him.
At the thought of it, Jaylen wore a brighter smile. He was more motivated to cook.
The kitchen was filled with the scent of food.
"Grandpa... Grandpa..."