Arthur Lindsey landed a punch, causing the entire window to shiver.
Luckily, it was high-pressure tempered glass, and it hadn't broken. But the slender knuckles of his hand began to show fine threads of blood.
"Mr. Lindsey, your hand... do you need to bandage it?" Dilbert Walker hadn't expected him to be this angry.
Arthur coldly stuck his hands inside his suit pockets, maintaining an impeccable streamline. He responded arrogantly, "No need."
His line of sight was shooting like a torch towards the crowd in the middle of the plaza.
The rage in his eyes, like a falling star, gradually weakened and faded with time.
Dilbert stood by his side, ready for any orders.
After a moment of silence in the VIP Lounge, Arthur finally spoke again, his voice much calmer, "I asked you to have someone keep an eye on her, have you discovered anything these days?"
