817 The Smiths' Plan

The Smiths in DC…

In a luxurious villa in the middle of a large estate, an old man in his late seventies was sitting on a large couch.

He was wearing a body-hugging silk suit consisting of a white top and a black bottom. His hair was white and spotted but neatly combed back. He looked extremely smart and sharp. There were wrinkles on his face and a pair of oval-shaped gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose bridge. His eyes were flickering beneath the lenses.

There was another old man in his sixties in a gray butler's uniform standing respectfully beside this old man.

"Master, is it news from California?" the butler asked.

The bespectacled old man on the couch was Tyson Smith, the helmsman of the Smiths.