"...Ha." Julian Fairchild huffed a laugh from his throat and ignored him.
Felix Forrest also enjoyed the leisure, stuffing his hands in his pockets with a smile, "You two brothers are really strange."
Julian Fairchild leaned his head against the wall, glancing down at him from above, "None of your business."
"Your tempers seem to be made from the same mold." He chuckled aloud, "Back then, when I asked Damian Fairchild, he also said this."
"..."
"By the way, why does the Fairchild Family never set foot on Continent S? Clearly Damian Fairchild he..."
Julian Fairchild's gaze grew colder, like icicles, "Shut up."
Felix Forrest: "..."
He spread both hands open, "Alright, alright, shut up, I'll just make a phone call, okay?"
Julian Fairchild's probing gaze swept over him, "Miles Hughes."
"Here."
"Follow him."
"Yes."
Miles Hughes emerged from who knows where and bowed to Felix Forrest.
