He smiled, turning his head to see her leaning back in her chair, looking out the car window, lost in thought.
Owl Eagle took a deep glance at her before turning his head back...
At that moment in New York, Liam Yancey stares at his phone for a moment, a smirk on his face. He strides back to his couch and sits down. His immense physique is emphasized by his black shirt and trousers, bringing out his magnificent figure. His every move exudes the air of a king.
"Young Master…" Fierce Eagle approached, offering a cigar.
Liam Yancey waved him off. His black eyes swept over him, the previously warm face now replaced with a frosty expression.
Fierce Eagle understood and put the cigar back, but he couldn't help but wonder: why had the Young Master never smoked a cigar since he arrived in New York?
Could it be that the cigars did not suit his taste? If so, they would have to quickly get the servants prepare cigars of other brands!
