Flint visited a bar alone, without Alfonso. He had informed Ellen beforehand that he was going somewhere. He had always avoided interfering with his personal affairs. It wasn't that he didn't trust those closest to him, but rather that he didn't want them to be in danger with him.
Eventually, he was invited to meet with one of his father's past acquaintances. He poured a glass of wine with his left hand for the middle-aged man and himself. Despite being warned not to drink, he remained stubborn, as it was his habit to suggest drinking with him at this bar whenever he met someone.
"By the way, what's wrong with your hand?" asked the middle-aged man, looking worriedly at the CEO.
Flint smiled casually as he sipped his wine slowly. "Because of a woman."
