Chapter 219

When the door to the private dining room swung open, Hamilton turned around.

Greysen raised an eyebrow and took a seat at the table.

"How did it go?" Hamilton asked, lighting up a cigarette, his voice veiled in a cloud of smoke and a hint of bitterness.

Greysen signaled the waiter to bring over a bottle of wine.

Pouring a glass for himself and one for Hamilton, he sighed, "Sorry, Mr. Fowler, I couldn't get it done."

Hamilton paused, the cigarette between his fingers frozen mid-air. Then, after a moment, he chuckled bitterly, walked over, clinked his glass against Greysen's, and downed his drink in one go. "Still, thank you."

Greysen smiled, "Mr. Fowler, you don't seem surprised at all."

Leaning back in his chair, Hamilton poured himself another glass and drank it down quickly, then laughed.

"Yes, she only talks business now. Anything that's not a solid deal, she's not interested."

in amazement, "It's rare to find someone you can't sway, Mr.

wry smile in response,

It was from Natalia.

he set his phone aside and poured another glass of wine. Greysen had barely touched his drink, leaving Hamilton to finish the bottle

was thanks, but that was the last thing he wanted

ruthless and cold, here he was, caught up in his feelings. Love was unpredictable, and experiencing its trials was a rite of

had clearly drunk too much. Greysen decided to

why did you drink so much? Come in, I'll make you some

his shoes, pausing

"Where are Natalia's slippers?"

her slippers

door, lost in thought. She had taken all her belongings when she

housekeeper called him back to the

just in case," he instructed before heading

bar, where he could see the wilted flowers on the balcony. He had never known Natalia liked those flowers; he hadn't planted them

child?" he murmured to himself,

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