She glanced at Rupert and added, “He looks like you.”

“Oh?” Rupert raised an intrigued eyebrow, curious. “Go on.”

“I’m not sure of his full name yet. He started as my stepdaughter’s fake boyfriend. I heard he was poor, but his commanding presence is puzzling. Eventually, they became a real couple.”

“A poor guy?” Rupert’s expression turned thoughtful.

This caught his interest.

He sat up on the sofa, taking a long drag from his cigarette. ...