Nicole looked at the man holding a wine glass on the sofa, his proud and straight chin, eyes deep as an abyss, his features cold, the whole person appearing aloof and noble, difficult to approach.
Nicole hesitated for a moment, pressing her lips together, then sat down on the sofa, deliberately keeping her distance from the man at the other end of the sofa, but even so, her palms were sweaty with nervousness.
"Was it you who dealt with Wells Morales' men?...Thank you." Nicole stammered a bit nervously.
The man who was drinking placed the wine glass down, glancing at the woman keeping her distance, and spoke coldly, "Jorge asked me to help his sister's in-laws solve the trouble."
The implication was that he was just helping his brother's sister-in-law's family and had nothing to do with her, Nicole.
"...Still, thank you, thank you for helping our Seys Family." Nicole's fingers were somewhat stiff.
