A black luxury car left Bayford City's airport, gliding smoothly down the road. In the back passenger seat sat a handsome man in a black suit, leaning back with his eyes closed. The light from the passing street lamps streaming through the car window cast a soft glow on his tired face. "Find out who leaked the information about my arrival," his deep, dignified voice echoed inside the car.
"Yes, Mister Harper," the assistant replied, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "The news has been taken care of. There are no pictures or videos of you available now. However, for those who have already seen the news, we can't do anything about them. But it's late at night, so the number of viewers must be low."
After half an hour, the car arrived at an upscale villa area and entered the gates of a luxurious residence. The driver stepped out and opened the door for the man. As he stepped out, a sweet voice welcomed him.
"Justin, you are finally back." An elderly woman in a simple, knee-length elegant dress, holding a cane, walked towards him with a gentle smile on her lips.
Despite his fatigue, he offered a light smile. "Grandma."
She looked around playfully. "I don't see any grandma here."
"Julia," he corrected himself, "at this hour of night, you should have been sleeping, instead of waiting for me?"
"I could not wait to see you, Justin," she hugged him gently. "Tell me you're not going back."
"I'm not," he assured her. "Where's Father?"
"That grumpy brat is in the drawing room."
The two entered the drawing room where James Harper was watching the news, his expression serious. His gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose gave him a scholarly appearance. James Harper was one of the most renowned businessmen in the country, the head of the richest business empire.
He looked at the newcomer who greeted him, "Father."
James offered a light nod. "I saw the news. Though it has been removed now, this can't continue. What do you plan to do?" His voice was deep and dignified, face lacking any particular emotion.
Julia frowned. "He just arrived home after so many years, and instead of caring about him, you're acting like a businessman even at home."
Justin gave her an assuring glance and turned to his father. "I will reveal myself when the time is right. I do not want unnecessary attention when I need time to settle everything here."
James simply hummed in response.
"Go freshen up and come downstairs for dinner. I have prepared everything you like," Julia suggested.
Justin went upstairs to his room, a place he had last seen almost fifteen years ago. He didn't have many memories of this room, as he had spent only a few days here after he was brought in the Harper family when he was ten and then was sent abroad. But everything in the room looked the same and everything he needed was already arranged.
After the family of three had dinner together, James retired to his room.
Julia let out a sigh of relief once James was gone. "Justin, come with me."
Justin obediently followed her to her room. She handed him a file. "You have to go to the Imperial City and bring this person home."
Puzzled, he opened the file and saw a picture of a young girl in a school uniform, then read her information.
Natalie Ford, age twenty-four, daughter of Caryn and Jay Ford, mother deceased, lives with grandparents, father, stepmother and sister. There was other additional information about her along with her latest pictures that Justin quickly skimmed through before closing the file.
"Who is she?" he asked. "You're not trying to set me up on another blind date, are you?"
"Don't speak nonsense. This girl is your sister."
Justin was stunned. "Sister? How is this possible?"
"She is James's biological daughter, but he doesn't know she exists."
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