On the open-air balcony, the coffee had already cooled down, losing its aroma.
Only then did Valentina leisurely return. The way she came back was like she had been wandering in her own backyard, oblivious to the armed individuals around her - couldn't be more carefree.
"Mr. Felton, have you concluded the business? It's getting late, and I'm a bit hungry," Valentina said.
"I see." William stood up, walking over to Valentina. "Let's go back then."
But before they could leave, the dark muzzles of guns were trained on them.
William turned around, coldly looking at Isaias.
Isaias bit on his cigar, his gaze lingering on William for a few seconds before shifting to Valentina.
After a while, Isaias gestured, instructing his men to put their guns away.
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