So, Flynn Hughes couldn't help but wonder, what was this important thing the villa's butler referred to last night?
Noah Drexler approached the dining table, his gaze falling on Flynn Hughes, a hint of anger flickering in his dark eyes.
Seeing this, Flynn was startled. Indeed, the boss's mood swings recently were as rapid as flipping a book...
The servant nearby quickly turned and left the dining room as well.
"Ahem... I'm not complaining, just casually asking, just casually asking..." Thinking this, he put on a smiling face and said flatteringly.
But Noah Drexler stared at him for a few seconds before pressing his thin lips together and commanding him word by word!
"You have half an hour to figure out how to explain it to my woman later." His deep voice carried undisguised anger.
If it weren't for this damned guy in front of him, he wouldn't have lost control in anger at Summer Shawcross last night at the bar!
