Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-Seven

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-SEVEN

*Brewing Rival*

Drake was getting ready for the get-together, grooming the horses at the stables when he sensed a presence behind him.

Slightly startled he whipped around and was surprised to see a man behind him, looking intently at him.

His amber eyes scanned his features closely as if he was trying to decipher a message.

Drake furrowed his brows.

Who was this man?

He looked quite sophisticated. His long blonde hair gleamed under the afternoon soon. He was clad in dark blue jeans and well-polished brown boots and a White tank top. His expensive cologne wafted the air around them and Drake couldn't help but inhale the strong scent.

He smells expensive. There's only one answer. He was aware that the Jordans fixed a little "Family" get-together today and his best friend was going to be in attendance which also means that his son will be coming as well.

Could this be him? The Matt Castle dude?

Judging from the hardened expression on his face