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."

clicked his tongue in amazement, "It's rare to find someone

wry smile in response, his phone buzzing with

It was from Natalia.

at it, he set his phone aside and poured another glass of wine. Greysen had barely touched

him was thanks, but that was the last

watched Hamilton in silence, understanding the man better than most. Despite Hamilton's reputation for being ruthless and cold, here

clearly drunk too much. Greysen decided

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

just changed his shoes, pausing when he

"Where are Natalia's slippers?"

was puzzled, "Ms. Jenkins took her slippers when she moved out,

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

Fowler," the housekeeper called him

new pair, just in case," he instructed before

go to his bedroom but to the bar, where he could see the wilted flowers on the balcony. He had never known Natalia liked those flowers; he hadn't

he murmured

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