When Mayer Kaufman returned to his residence, his expression was uncertain.
Mrs. Kaufman saw his appearance and brought him a cup of coffee, "Didn't you say you were going to Marshall's place? Why do you look so grim?"
Mayer Kaufman shook his head slightly. He understood the circumstances he had experienced today, and the less his wife knew about these matters, the better for her!
"I'm fine, drank a bit too much at Marshall's place, I want to think about some things in my room!"
After saying this, Mayer Kaufman stood up and with a heavy expression, returned to his study.
Mrs. Kaufman looked worried seeing Mayer Kaufman's demeanor.
Mayer Kaufman's office was not large, simply furnished with a desk, a bookcase, and two guest sofas, which filled the room.
Turning on the lamp, Mayer Kaufman sat there with a heavy expression.
He was acutely aware of what tonight's meeting represented.
