In the night breeze, the Crown Prince of the South Sea, who'd been mercilessly hung up on, squinted gloomily. To be dumped by a woman, ignored by a brother, and still dizzy with a cold—what an absolutely miserable day.
The man leaned against the leather seat, pressing his aching head. His handsome and sharp features revealed a certain weakness brought on by illness.
No one knew how much time had passed before, with a thick nasal tone and a husky voice, the man finally spoke: "About the funding issues for the studio you mentioned—call Delphine to see how she wants to handle it."
Maximilian immediately understood and began dialing Delphine, setting the phone to speaker mode.
