Chapter 159

In the pavilion was an elderly man, around 60 years old, with silvery-white hair. He wore simple clothes—a plain robe and soft cloth shoes. His face was kind, without a trace of fierceness. If one didn't know he was Sebastian, they might have mistaken him for an ordinary old man who frequently went to the park for leisurely strolls. Despite Sebastian's calm demeanor, his authority and charisma made everyone tense. About ten yards away from Sebastian, the bodyguards raised their hands to stop Enzo. This distance not only demonstrated respect for Sebastian but also subtly emphasized the disparity in status. At the same time, it was just enough for him to hear the conversation. The rules were strict. Enzo was extremely tense as he bowed deeply. "Mr. York, I'm Enzo Rivas of the Rivas family." His voice was neither too loud nor too soft. However, Sebastian didn't respond. He calmly poured tea, took a sip, and showed a satisfied expression. It was as if drinking tea was far more cri