Mr. Portley opened his bag and pulled out an envelope, handing it over to Gabriel. "This is a letter written by your grandaunt herself. If you don't believe me, I'm sure this will be proof enough."
Gabriel hastily tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter, his eyes darting across the script on the paper.
Dear Gabriel,
I hope you are well after all this years, I will not beat around the bush as we are not much of friends. As you may or may not have heard, the Duke has passed away without having an heir to take over the dukedom.
As much as I despise you and your family, I must make this painful decision to make you the next heir of the dukedom as the thought of a stranger taking over the family's title feels worst. I will be expecting you at the manor next week, do not make this difficult and be useful to this family once. Take care.
Your Grandaunt,
Lady Dalia Elizabeth.