Chapter 867: Mainly because I didn't get an answer, quite anxious

Mr. Jones humbly relinquished his seat, lowering his posture, "Mr. Yancey, please sit here."

However, Amadeus Yancey didn't move toward the offered seat but casually pulled out the chair next to Nathalie Quinlan, striking a poised figure. "You sit down, I have a spot."

He smiled, and with a deep and hoarse voice glanced at the girl next to him, "I can just sit next to her."

His intimate tone and demeanor made it clear to anyone that there was something secretive between them.

Yet, in the private room, the people either dared not speak or felt too embarrassed to mention it, except for Freddy Cagwin in the corner whose gaze dimmed, unable to hide his sense of loss.

He had always known this day would come and thought he had prepared himself, but upon witnessing the ambiguous atmosphere flowing between the two, he realized he wasn't as strong as he had imagined.

He was still feeling lost.