"Brandan."
Alex Hawk walked over from not far away.
The night was getting late.
The seaside was especially cold on a winter night.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Alex yawned. "Go back inside, you don't want to catch a cold."
Brandan Hyde was smoking, his face frosty and extremely indifferent. Over the past three years, he had spoken very little, merely shuttling between work and the villa as if he were a robot.
Now that Iris Harris had finally returned, he should be a bit more lively, right?
Why was he still so lifeless?
"When are she and Oliver Lee getting engaged?"
"...Probably the eighteenth of this month."
Brandan smoked and let out a faint, cold laugh.
"Have you talked to her?" Alex asked.
"Yes." Brandan exhaled a puff of smoke and said flatly, "She refuses to come back with me."
