In the VIP private room at the Elite Club.
Almost all the prominent figures in Linton City were gathered at this dinner, yet the atmosphere was not lively.
In the spacious private room, the atmosphere was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Even the waiters serving the dishes acted cautiously, as if afraid to offend the man sitting at the head of the table.
The man was clad in a brown military uniform, his broad shoulders and slim waist accentuated by an array of gold buttons with dark patterns, exuding an air of nobility. At the moment, his head was lowered as he looked at his phone. The incredibly handsome face looked austere, as he constantly emitted a Siberia-like cold air around him.
Enna Clark dared not answer his phone call!
