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 can't sway,

just offered a wry smile in

It was from Natalia.

another glass of wine. Greysen

had for him was thanks, but that was

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

clearly drunk too much. Greysen decided to

"Mr. Fowler, why did you drink so much?

changed his shoes, pausing

"Where are Natalia's slippers?"

took her slippers

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

housekeeper called

a new pair, just in

the balcony. He had

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

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