The coffee that was brought over was still steaming. No sugar or milk was added to the pure black coffee, and the aroma that wafted up with the steam was also bitter.
Henry didn't take a sip of the coffee and placed it back on the table.
He directed his cool gaze at the person sitting opposite him and spoke with a very indifferent tone.
"Young Master Dales can leave any time he wishes, but before you go, I have one thing to say," Matthew Saxon lightly tapped the tabletop with his finger, a hint of meaning in his eyes, and slightly curled his lips.
"Please go ahead, Young Master Saxon."
"It would be best if this matter has nothing to do with the Dales Family, otherwise, as you know, although I'm not interested in these business affairs, and the outcome doesn't concern me, anything that belongs to me, regardless of what it is, if anyone dares to touch or take it without my permission, I cannot just turn a blind eye."
"Is this a threat, Young Master Saxon?"
