On Sebastian Swinton's head, there was a red mark.
It was because Tobias Perkins couldn't stand Sebastian's drunken ramblings any longer, and casually flicked his finger at Sebastian's forehead. Although the force wasn't great, it still was quite effective.
Sebastian held his head, begging for mercy, "How can such a dignified President use violence? Alright, alright, I'll stop talking nonsense. You speak, you speak."
Tobias straightened his collar and stopped acting aggressively.
Being with Sebastian was rather strange; at least he didn't have to put up a front like he did with others and could be a bit more at ease.
There was only one other person who could give him such freedom—Olivia Taylor.
Thinking of this, Tobias felt a bitter taste in his mouth: "My father has set up everything in my life, and I never once resisted, except for Olivia."
"Perhaps it was my stubbornness that hurt Olivia."
Tobias raised his head and gulped down a glass of wine.