Hailed as a god by Henry, Alexander was now ascending the stairway of the Ghost Apartment apartment building with Tony.
Soon, they reached the rooftop.
The rooftop of the Ghost Apartment was unremarkable, no different from any other building.
In the middle of the rooftop stood a square table.
On it, a grill sizzled with strings of golden roasted meat, its enticing aroma wafting in the air.
Dressed in a black suit and wearing silver-framed glasses, Louis was turning the skewers.
Spotting the two approaching, he glanced up, adjusting his glasses, "You're here? Have a seat!"
Saying this, he picked up a bottle of red wine from the ground.The wine wasn't of high caliber, but no one would care about its quality at this moment.
Alexander took the liberty to sit beside Louis, resting an arm around his shoulder. "I didn't expect you to be this good at grilling. This is almost as good as mine!"
