Although the butler had just told her that Noah Drexler's injury had been treated and was not serious, she still couldn't help but worry about his condition.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the most bustling business club in Narsus City.
In a luxurious private room, a handsome man with a cold demeanor leaned against the sofa, holding a wine glass in his slender fingers, lowering his head, and drinking the liquid inside with a blank expression.
Seeing this, Flynn Hughes couldn't help but show a look of helplessness.
"I say, your injury isn't healed yet, you should drink less..."
His words hadn't finished before he got a cold glance from him, and he immediately stopped talking.
He hadn't brought him here just to drink.
——Knock knock!
Just then, the door of the private room was suddenly knocked on.
"Come in!" Flynn Hughes turned and glanced at Noah Drexler, then said.
