In the blink of an eye, they reached the chairman's office on the top floor of the office tower.
Flynn Davis wiped the sofa with his sleeve, which the janitor had already cleaned, and respectfully asked Lucas to take a seat. He then made a cup of tea and served it to him. "I don't know what kind of tea you like to drink. This is premium quality Dragon Well tea. If you'd like to have something else, I will have someone prepare it immediately."
Lucas stopped him and stared at him with a mirthless smile.
Soon, Davis could no longer laugh, as he felt extremely stressed by Lucas's gaze. Sweat began to seep out of his chubby face, droplet after droplet.
He wanted to find a subject to talk about on several instances, but he faltered when he saw the intimidating gaze in Lucas's eyes. As time passed, he became even more uneasy.
Smack!
