Looking at Flynn Hughes's exaggerated expression, Noah Drexler showed a hint of disdain, frowned, and asked him back with displeasure.
"Isn't it allowed?"
His woman is bewitching him, what's wrong with that?!
"..." Flynn Hughes's face was filled with shock, unable to calm down for a long time, but he didn't expect him to admit it so frankly.
As if this was just a trivial matter...
Flynn Hughes couldn't help but admire Noah Drexler's openness and composure.
...
In the long corridor, Summer Shawcross wandered around out of boredom, planning to find a place to rest for a while.
Behind her, two bodyguards followed at a certain distance.
When she passed by a pantry, Summer stopped, realizing she hadn't had a sip of water since the morning and was a bit thirsty.
Thinking this, she turned around and walked into the pantry.
However, as soon as she entered, she saw several men in suits sitting around a long table, seemingly discussing something important.
