With the recent news about the Lonsdale family searching for a relative in Metropia, Loyce could guess who he was, though she still looked skeptical. “Are you… my brother?”
He stopped in front of her and bent slightly, smiling. “Hey, Loyce, you stole my line. Nice to meet you. I’m your brother, Hank Lonsdale.”
Loyce didn’t know what to say. She glanced at the ridiculous show of force and finally spoke. “The Sampsons told me my parents were just ordinary people in some rural place.”
It was hard to connect “ordinary people” with the Lonsdales, a family whose name practically meant money.
Hank considered it. “You’re not wrong. Our great-grandfather really did build a castle out in the mountains. The Lonsdale ancestral home is up there, though it’s a museum now.”
Loyce fell silent again.
Seeing her reaction, Hank added, “Grandpa told me to come pick you up. He specifically said our first meeting had to be done properly, so I borrowed a convoy and a few helicopters on short notice. It’s not that many. Don’t mind it.”
Loyce looked at the sea of vehicles and nodded calmly. “It’s fine.”
Most people would’ve been shaking with excitement. But Hank watched his sister stay completely composed, and it struck him as… unusual. He glanced at her motorcycle. “Come home with me first. I’ll have someone transport the bike.”
Loyce nodded. “Let’s go.”
When she moved to board the helicopter, she realized someone was already inside.
“You’re here too?” she asked, surprised.
Lucian sat in the cabin, his long legs casually crossed. A slate-gray suit traced a flawless silhouette. His face leaned out of the shadows just enough to show a perfectly cut jaw.

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