He was on the phone with his slender figure leaning against the bar counter as he was shaking a mixer filled with vodka gently with one hand. The cold drink matched the cold man.
From this angle, Joseph was very attractive. His thin black shirt couldn't conceal his strong muscled chest. He sipped on the drink lightly and seemed to be giving some kind of order to someone. The night scene blurred his clean-cut face, making him look less serious than before.
His voice was so low and deep, just like the night, but still could be heard faintly. It seemed that he was commanding someone to keep an eye on the diamond mine in South Africa. It might be the one that was just put into the investment plan. His words were resolute and powerful, as mighty as giving others stress. It reminded Irish of the introduction made by the media, then she sighed lightly and thought that she had to be a supplier ready to become a diamond tycoon. Diamond Tycoon, such strong words!
