Chapter 144

　　“This is me, Sir,” she reported, believing even the room is soundproofed, knowing the cunning man, he surely has his ways to know what is happening outside the close door.

　　He’s intently looking at the other side of the shore when she entered the room, holding a glass of wine that smells different from his taste and a hand inside his pocket. Whatever he is thinking, she knows she can never guess it—whether he’s facing her or not.

　　“What is it? Are you ready to go now?” he inquired, still not turning around.

　　“I have something to consult you. I believe I still have a favor on hold—from the mission that my team had successfully completed.”

　　“What about it? Have you already think of what to ask for it?”

　　“Yes—”

　　“What can you say about this wine, Eunice?” he queried out of nowhere, cutting her off that even though obviously intentional,

　　it didn’t sound rude to her.

　　“It smells good, Sir. But it is nothing compared to your brand.”