The living room was spacious and luxuriously furnished.
It looked like a video conference room or a place for entertaining guests.
Julia Anderson gestured for him to sit down. The two sat facing each other on the sofa, separated by a three-meter-long crystal coffee table.
"You should know why I called you here..." After a few minutes of silence, Julia finally spoke. Her expression was blank, but her tone was still polite.
Norton Abyss raised an eyebrow, discerning the deeper smile at the corner of his mouth: "I know, Madam wants to know my identity!"
He spoke very politely, addressing her as Madam, because until she agreed, he wouldn't use any other form of address to avoid making her more displeased.
