Chapter 293. No Manners

A middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting on a mahogany armchair. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of black trousers and a white shirt, looking like a senior official. Fortunately, his eyes were not as cold as Elliot’s. On the contrary, his smile was very friendly.

His features were very similar to Elliot’s, it seemed that he was Elliot’s father.

In the living room a few meters away from the man, there was an antique wooden couch and a middle-aged woman in bright clothes was sitting on it.

The woman should be in her fifties, but one could tell that she took care of herself well. Her skin was soft and fair. Her eyebrows were well kept and her makeup was a little thick. It was probably to cover some of the fine lines on her face. However, the look in her eyes was a little fierce, not as kind as the middle-aged man.

Serena thought that this should be Elliot’s mother. Her eyes were quite similar to Elliot’s.

At this moment that she thought a