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.

out who handled the red wine delivered to my room

of wine into the trash bin. Wine could be discarded, but he couldn't throw away the troubles in

good mood. The little one got out of the big bed and, wearing the hotel slippers, walked up to the tall figure. With his tender little hand, he held the man's

boy's furry head and said, "It's

his best not to burden

so he stopped asking and went

cigarettes from the drawer, and lit one. The white smoke scattered, and he took a deep drag, the spicy and stimulating

far away and the tall buildings rising and falling, the only thing he couldn't forget

know how long he had been standing there until the cigarette burned out and Lucas, dressed neatly, called him again. He finally

ashtray, he waved away the smoke and

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