This night was bound to be anything but quiet.
「Madgar Pavilion—」
Evelyn Peary hurried from her Office Room and soon appeared in Madgar Pavilion's most luxurious private booth.
As she opened the door, Yancy Hastings sat straight-backed before her, still in his imposing military uniform.
Apart from the cup of tea before him, there were several boxes placed on the table.
"What are you doing?"
Evelyn Peary looked at him in surprise, unable to comprehend why he was there.
Was he here to dine? If so, then why had he bothered calling her over?
Seeing her enter, Yancy Hastings stood up and gestured towards the chair next to him, indicating for her to sit too.
"If you've got something to say, say it fast. I'm very busy."
Seeing his serious demeanor, Evelyn Peary thought for a moment, then went over and took a seat.
"Go on."
As Yancy Hastings sat down, his broad back ramrod straight, his ideal V-shaped athletic physique further accentuated his vibrant energy.
