「United States.」
On the balcony of a second-floor prairie-style villa, Noah Reyes was dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, with a black leather jacket over it, black trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet. He seemed to particularly favor black, a trait he shared with Glades Horne, perhaps indicating a similarity in their personalities.
In front of the villa's balcony lay a large expanse of grass, vibrant and green, surrounded by lush trees. Beneath some of the trees, chairs and tables were set out for enjoying tea and conversation.
Deon Myers, dressed in a neat gray suit, stood respectfully three steps behind him.
Noah Reyes, hands tucked into his pockets, gazed at the green lawn and asked indifferently, "Is there something you need?"
"Young Master, Silvia Baxter has already started taking action according to your plan," Deon Myers reported respectfully.
