Felix Preston met his gaze, his expression unchanging. His eyes showed only determination, without a trace of fear or hesitation.
He studied Felix Preston with a cold expression. A moment later, he suddenly broke into a laugh.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!" His laughter was hearty, and the hint of admiration in his eyes blossomed into outright approval.
"Excellent, excellent! I knew I wasn't wrong about you! Mr. Preston, you're not only loyal and value relationships, you're also resolute and deeply devoted. You truly have my admiration."
"If I had been as decisive as you are, Mr. Preston, my first wife might not have died."
George Sutton had suddenly brought up a private matter from his past. Felix Preston, unsure how to respond, could only watch him in silence, waiting for him to continue.
"Sigh..." He looked at Felix Preston's youthful face, and a hint of melancholy and sorrow surfaced on his own weathered features.
"Mr. Preston, I had a first wife once, too."
