Chapter 265

As evening fell, Andrew Smith arrived punctually to pick up his younger brother. The two brothers walked side by side out of the Smith family estate, their shadows stretching long under the fading sunset.

Their father, Mr. Smith, hadn't come downstairs all day. When Andrew visited him at noon, he found the old man in much better spirits. Age had taken its toll—his blood pressure spikes left him dizzy and weak, requiring rest. The father and son chatted amiably, both carefully avoiding the sensitive topic of Andrew's marriage. Andrew entertained his father with vivid tales from military life, drawing hearty laughter from the elder Smith.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm doing just fine in the army," Andrew said, tucking the blanket around his father.

Mr. Smith gazed at his son's resolute profile with pride. This boy was born to be a soldier—his sharp instincts and exceptional skills had earned him respect in the ranks without relying on his father's military connections. Thinking of how his old comrades' children had either left the service or pursued business ventures, the old general sat a little straighter with satisfaction.

Once in the car, Andrew noticed his brother's grim expression.

"Trouble?" he asked with concern. The brothers had always shared everything.

Andrew shook his head. "Just some minor business issues. Nothing you can help with." He studied his brother. "You, on the other hand—I can never reach you by phone lately. Pushing yourself in training again?"

Andrew grinned. "New unit, new reputation to establish. A few troublemakers just need to be put in their place." He flexed his wrist. "Soldiers solve problems simply."

"You!" His brother sighed in exasperation, pulling up to a lavish hotel. "Always loved a good fight. Now you've made it your career."

Andrew hopped out, surveying the grand building. "The capital's changed so much."

"Come on. Tonight's my treat." His brother slung an arm around his shoulders. "Their Cantonese chef was poached from Guangzhou at a premium. The seafood is exceptional."

Inside the private dining room, after ordering, Andrew's brother produced a document with a mysterious air.

"Take a look—your dividends for this year." He slid a check across the table. "The company's done well."

Andrew pushed it back without glancing. "You know military regulations."

"Cut the act!" His brother glared. "If not for that three thousand you lent me that rainy night, Smith Enterprises wouldn't exist today. These shares are yours!"

Andrew remembered that night in '82—finding his down-and-out brother outside the cinema, the stubborn fire in his eyes. It was the first time he'd ever called in a favor from a comrade to borrow money.

"That was a loan," Andrew said, pouring them both a glass of whiskey. "Besides, seeing you build this company is reward enough."

His brother downed his drink in one gulp. "Don't give me that! The books have always been clear—your share's been set aside." His eyes reddened. "If you refuse, I'll shut the whole company down!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Andrew frowned. "What about everyone who's worked hard for you?"

"I don't care!" His brother pouted like a child. "When you get married, I'll just transfer the money to your wife's account."

Andrew suddenly pictured Luna's stubborn little face and couldn't suppress a smile.

"What's so funny?" His brother caught the expression instantly. "Wait—is there someone?"

Andrew raised his glass to hide his face. "Drink up! Tonight, I won't stop until you're under the table!"

"You brat!" His brother laughed, clinking glasses, but inwardly resolved to investigate his brother's love life.