Harrison Clark asked the waiter for a glass of red wine, then walked over to a slightly secluded corner and sat down, placing the red wine on the table. He intertwined his fingers and rested them on his abdomen, closing his eyes and beginning to meditate amidst the lively party.
He did this to avoid being interrupted by others.
Carrie Thomas was very cooperative, not only not bothering him, but also informing others in advance if they approached to greet him, leaving their contact information and saying they would get in touch later.
Carrie Thomas, a newly popular singer in her country, was acting like a female assistant at this time.
Harrison would occasionally open his eyes to look at Rainer in the distance, whispering with a group of people.
Harrison narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on the strongest presence among them, a middle-aged white man.
He took out his cell phone and searched.
The white man was indeed billionaire Charles Butler.
