Chapter 1105 Who Handled the Red Wine?

After returning to his room, Bert found Lucas still sleeping. Apparently disturbed by his presence, Lucas woke up with a puzzled expression on his small face, "Mr. Harper?"

His expression seemed a little strange. Why was he standing there so early in the morning?

Bert had lived for over thirty years, and it was the first time his mind was in such chaos, so chaotic that his entire head felt illogical. Scenes from this morning and fragmented moments from last night all merged into one, culminating in the image of a girl with teary eyes.

He opened the mini-fridge in the hotel room, took out a bottle of water, and gulped it down. However, this did not ease his troubled mind; instead, it only made it more chaotic.

"Bang!"

He slammed the half-empty bottle back onto the table, and his eyes unintentionally landed on the bottle of red wine, drunk a third of the way, on the table. His dark eyes filled with a storm as he picked it up, resealed it with the cork, and then called one of his trusted subordinates.

handled the red

put the bottle of wine into the trash bin. Wine could be

got out of the big bed and, wearing the hotel slippers, walked up to the tall figure.

concerned eyes. He gently touched the boy's furry head and said, "It's nothing. Go and change your

burden the child with

stopped asking and went straight

he pushed open the hotel window, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and lit one. The white smoke scattered, and he took a deep drag, the spicy and stimulating fumes entering his body, giving his chaotic

the morning mist over the sea not far away and the tall buildings rising and falling, the only thing he couldn't

long he had been standing there until the cigarette burned out and Lucas, dressed neatly, called him again. He finally came back to his

crystal ashtray, he waved away the smoke and gave a shallow instruction before

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