90. Albert

Aster was sitting in an open room. It was somewhat different. The room was not a room but more of a gallery.

Aster was brought here by Marvin. They had dressed in fine suits without a hair out of place. They looked like they were about to walk the red carpet.

And to his surprise, everyone present here looked like supermodels. He didn't know what was the deal here.

"Ah, boy from the Winters family, welcome."

You would have thought that some old man called Marvin but it was a teenager. He was younger than Jake.

And he called Marvin boy. That was really funny.

"Yes, Uncle Al."

He nodded. It looked like cosplay and roleplay.

"And you must be the second Brooks, I met your brother. Good guy. Tell my name, no one would dare embarrass you."

"Sire, thank you."

Aster didn't know what else to say.

He just acted like a good younger kid.

"So Uncle Al, who is the promoter today?"

Marvin was the polar opposite of Aster. He asked questions.

"That, it should be the kid from Roger family. Keep an eye o