He's gotten into legal trouble.
That's quite serious.
Amelia Clarke stared at the text message from Owen Moreland on her phone for a few seconds, her slender fingers quickly tapping a few times as she sent a reply.
——Wishing you all the best.
Such a formal message.
Watching the emotionless reply on his phone, the corners of Owen Moreland's mouth curled into a smile.
"... Mr. Moreland, that's pretty much the situation." In the computer, a blonde man finished speaking and respectfully waited for Owen Moreland's instructions, but a look of surprise flickered in his blue eyes.
He had followed Owen for nearly ten years, and in his memory, their big boss never smiled, always had a strict face; this was the first time he had ever seen the boss smile.
It felt incredibly surreal.
Owen Moreland suppressed his smile and adopted his usual stern expression, his slightly squinted eyes emitting a dangerous chill.
