In the distance, the helicopter's whirring sound could be heard, with the wind and dust flying wildly. He stood over there.
Though he looked disheveled, he still exuded dominance.
Owen Lewis was holding binoculars. When he saw that the black speck below was Maxwell Peary, his face lit up with excitement.
Finally, he found him.
On the plane—
Maxwell Peary washed his face with the bottled water Owen Lewis handed him.
Owen Lewis: ...
Logically, shouldn't he drink the water first?
As expected, Peary is indeed Peary, different from everyone else.
"What's happened in Capital Town?"
Without drinking a drop, his voice was hoarse, each word felt like it scraped painfully.
"Nothing too big, nothing too small."
Owen Lewis looked at Maxwell Peary, hesitating about how to express it.
"That night, the news was all about you and Belinda Swan opening a room."
"Pfft—"
Young Master Peary spewed water, directly spraying Owen Lewis's face.
Open a room?
