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."

rare to find someone you

smile in response, his phone

It was from Natalia.

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

was thanks, but that was

better than most. Despite Hamilton's reputation for being ruthless and cold, here he was, caught up in his feelings. Love was unpredictable,

drunk too much. Greysen decided to take

"Mr. Fowler, why did you drink so much? Come in, I'll make

didn't respond, just changed his

"Where are Natalia's slippers?"

Jenkins took her slippers

She had taken all

housekeeper called him back to the

new pair, just in case," he

to the bar, where he could see the wilted flowers on the balcony. He had

does it hurt to lose a child?" he murmured to himself, the housekeeper unsure of how

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