Rowan snorted. He didn't care about the last two sentences.

"You wait here," he said in a low but firm tone.

The guards nodded. As they were lined up at the side of the stairs, the old man walked upstairs with his assistant. After a few moments, Rowan slammed the door.

Inside, Frank was leaning against the table. His expression was flat with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets. Obviously, he already knew about his grandfather's presence and was ready to welcome him.

"Good afternoon, ...