The Little Ancestor Wakes Up

As soon as Tristan came downstairs, Don Gambino stepped forward, slightly bowing with a respectful attitude. "Mr. Ford," he greeted.

The man before him was the head of the Ford family, a figure who shared influence with Freemasonry, commanding respect even from them. For a second-tier family like the Gambinos, such respect was inevitable.

Tristan walked over to Cynthia, positioning himself slightly towards her. From afar, it looked as though he was holding her close.

"Don Gambino, it's been a while," Tristan remarked casually.

Don Gambino lowered his gaze, hiding the dark thoughts in his eyes. He smiled faintly. "Indeed, it has been some time, though I have heard quite a few rumors about you recently."

Tristan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Care to share?"

"They're just baseless gossip," Don Gambino replied, deflecting. "However, if you're interested, you and Miss Shannon are always welcome to Gambino Mansion for some tea."