Ivan Gray's head started to pound. "Mr. York and Miss Thorne just arrived. They need to rest..."
"Rest my ass!" Silas Dunn exploded. "What right does he have to rest? Ask him if his conscience is clear! Can he even close his eyes and sleep soundly—"
Meanwhile, as if completely oblivious to Silas Dunn's meltdown, Timothy York had calmly turned around, walked to the bar, and started operating the coffee machine.
Ivan Gray, both flustered and pained, was about to step out and try to placate Silas Dunn again when Summer Thorne suddenly stopped him. "Is that Silas Dunn? Go ahead and bring him up."
Hearing this, Ivan Gray froze. Behind the bar, Timothy York also looked up at Summer Thorne.
Summer Thorne just gave a faint smile and said, "With his temper, now that he's already downstairs, who knows what he'll do if you send him away empty-handed. It's better to let him come up and blow off some steam."
At this, Ivan Gray quickly turned to glance at Timothy York.
