Morgan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his gestures so authoritative that he was from a noble family with ethics. Unlike the person sitting in the side row — Antares.
Antares eats with both hands. This makes his hands dirty with oil. Antares looked down, observing his hands glistening with oil. Again, he glanced at Morgan to see how to clean his hands.
"Dinner's over. Get rid of all the food on the table!" Morgan announced the order after he finished cleaning his mouth.
Several waiters, who were waiting in the room, began to walk towards the dining table. They brought the leftovers. The table in front of Antares was already cleared of food.
The handkerchief used to clean his hands and mouth was placed on the table. Antares' sapphire blue pupils looked at Morgan seriously. "So when is the blizzard coming?"
