144 Mr. Hale's counter-kill, no mercy

William Hale picked up the room card, room 2808, likely the top floor suite. He smiled, "Uncle, you've gone through a lot of trouble."

Then, he put the room card into his pocket.

Liam Hugh was somewhat surprised.

He could no longer remember when it was that William grew distant from him. Ever since he took over the Hale Group, even strangers called him "sir," making him even harder to meet.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" William saw his distraction.

"Nothing, I just feel like you're a bit different today."

Exceptionally...

Warm?

Liam could only describe it that way.

"Uncle, you specially picked me up from work, invited me for dinner and drinks, and even prepared a room for me. You certainly wouldn't harm me, would you?" He spoke in an indifferent tone, with a faint smile on his lips.

His gaze bearing down lightly, Liam felt his scalp tingle.

"Yes, I am your real uncle."