Emily Stone, upon hearing this, was also nervously watching the man, her face gradually losing its color.
Owl Eagle didn't make a sound; he washed his hands slowly and meticulously, dried them with a paper towel, and only then did he look through the mirror at the two women behind him.
"It's nothing, a chronic condition from irregular routines back when I was in the army, chronic gastritis." Owl Eagle's complexion had already returned to normal. This stomach problem of his hadn't flared up for a long time, probably because he had just had a couple of drinks…
Tara Summer pursed her lips, saying nothing, but it was Emily Stone who saw his nonchalant attitude and her face instantly darkened.
"You drink with a stomach condition!?" She growled softly, and the words, as soon as they left her mouth, startled not only Tara Summer and Owl Eagle but herself as well.
