Winter was coming. The north wind howled throughout Mordu.

In a seaside villa area, a fire was burning within an old building.

“Come, come, come, Prince. You can try my newly unsealed fifty-year-old Maotai!”

“We, the great Country H, have enjoyed beer and wine in the past few years. Winter is coming, and liquor can warm the body.”

In the Walker Mansion, all the furniture in the previously chaotic hall had been replaced with brand new ones.

One person was seated at each end of the rectangular dining table.

Angelina, whose face was a little red and swollen, sat at one end. A young man in a woolen suit sat at the other end.

Angelina’s temper was not as terrible as it was when she faced Harvey. At this moment, her temperament was very refined and sophisticated. She exuded the elegance tempered by all her time in the elite circles.

Other than the unsealed Maotai, all kinds of exquisite food were present on the table. They were prepared by the Michelin chef.

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