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

a wry smile in response, his

It was from Natalia.

he set his phone aside and poured another glass of wine.

she had for him was thanks, but that was the last thing

for being ruthless and cold, here he was, caught up in his feelings. Love was unpredictable, and experiencing its trials was

too much. Greysen decided to take him

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

just changed his shoes, pausing when he

"Where are Natalia's slippers?"

Jenkins took her

thought. She had taken all her

called him back

just in case,"

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

hurt to lose a child?" he murmured to

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