“There he is, Russell Johnson, as I live and breathe. Tell me what brings you to my neck of the woods,” a middle-aged man called from the oversized dining room table as soon as Rus and Nami entered. He was of average height and build not the type of person you’d think of when you talk about a billionaire. If anything, he looked like he had just finished plowing the field, especially with the overalls.
“Mr. Suzuki it’s nice to see you again. I am actually over here for Nami,” Rus said politely.
“Really? So, you two crazy kids?” He asked happily.
Rus put his arm around Nami, and her parents gushed. “We’ve been dating for about a week now.” He explained.
“That’s great. Please sit I want to hear all about it.” Her father said. Nami rolled her eyes, while Rus pulled out a chair for her an
