Daniel pretended to be a native and spoke a fluent language of Madison.
But the man sitting outside the bar didn't seem to care about it. He still said in English: "I need a glass of liquor, thank you."
The cool tone let people feel a strong sense of oppression. The jaw lines were clear, the facial features were handsome, and the eyes were cold.
Daniel felt a chill on his back, turned around to mix drinks, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Sarah.
'Boss, I met your bodyguard, in Madison!'
Jacob stared at Daniel's back quietly, his slender white fingertips lightly buttoned on the table, his eyebrows frowned, and he looked very sad.
"Sir, your Hot Rose." Daniel handed him the liquor and stared at him quietly as if to see his reaction.
This was Sarah's specialty liquor. One mouthful of the liquor was enough to make people intoxicated.
He wondered if this bodyguard can hold it.