Seeing the joyful smile on the butler's face, a smile so wide it could bloom into flowers, Summer Shawcross was utterly baffled.
"Madam, it's best to go have some soup first. That soup has been simmered on low heat just for you; it's very nutritious now," the butler smiled, reaching out to guide Summer Shawcross towards the kitchen.
With no other choice, and with her stomach indeed growling from hunger, Summer Shawcross had to follow the butler to the dining room.
...
TR Tower.
In the office on the top floor, Noah Drexler sat in a leather office chair, his expression unchanged as he flipped through the documents in front of him.
Beside him, Flynn Hughes leaned on the desk, observing him for a while before finally speaking up.
"I'm really curious to know, what did you do last night that made your injuries worse?"
After Flynn Hughes finished speaking, Noah Drexler did not answer him, not even raising his head, and instead coldly replied.
