"Are you going to meet Mr. Clyde?"
"Oh, sorry. I forgot to inform you earlier." Finn replied, sighing. "We are off to see the new house that you—," he suddenly halted and corrected himself by clearing his throat, "I mean, the new house that Young Master Clyde bought for Mr. Mervyn."
All that Vincent could do after he heard the answer was purse his lips and back away from Finn's path. "I see. Take care on your way then."
The old man stopped himself before he could even take two steps and leaned closer, whispering, "It would be much better if you can take Mr. Ryley somewhere else after this."
Once the car hit the road, Mervyn couldn't hold back his curiosity and turned to the side.
"Mr. Finn..." He called hesitantly, unable to stop his finger from digging the base of his thumb.
"Yes?"
"The guest just now... Who is he?" Mervyn finally asked.