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

smile in

It was from Natalia.

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

had for him was thanks, but

Despite Hamilton's reputation for being ruthless and cold, here he was, caught up in

drunk too much. Greysen decided to take

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

respond, just changed his shoes, pausing

"Where are Natalia's slippers?"

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

taken all her

housekeeper called him back to

new pair, just in case," he

on the balcony.

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

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