Luna Clark was having breakfast in the restaurant.
When Vincent walked over, he saw her holding a piece of bread with both hands, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel eating.
Why does she look so cute?
He walked over and sat in front of her, watching her for a moment before saying, "Are you going back to the United Kingdom later?"
Luna Clark swallowed a mouthful of bread and nodded, "Yes. The business over there can't manage without me. I've been away for three days, I need to go back and check on the progress. You know, those old guys are lazy and love to take advantage, I need to keep a close eye on them."
"..." Vincent's brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought.
Luna Clark looked at his expression and smiled, "Don't worry about me, this is a crucial moment, and taking a little risk is worth it. Once we take down the Mekong next month, we can rest easy from then on. Before that, we can't relax."
