The private room was soundproof. After closing the door, they could not hear the noise outside.
Bert sized up the young man with his body stiff and his eyes glaring angrily for a moment. After a while, he stood up and suddenly walked towards Henry. His steps were steady, and his expensive leather shoes made crisp sounds on the ground, "clack, clack," with an invisible pressure.
Henry watched as Bert got closer and closer to him. The closer he got to him, the more obvious his powerful aura became. When Bert brushed past Henry's shoulder, Henry held his breath.
Bert gently glanced at him, walked to the wall, and turned on all the lights in the private room.
The dim private room immediately became bright. If it weren't for the deep purple-red, perhaps no one would have thought this was a private bar room.
"Does your mother know that you're here to work?" After doing all this, Bert stood back in front of Henry and asked leisurely.
At the mention of Romy, Henry panicked, "Don't tell her!"
"If I were to tell her, the person who came to find you today wouldn't be me."
Looking at the man in front of him, who seemed to handle everything effortlessly no matter what he said, Henry couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Perhaps deep down inside, he didn't want the man his sister loved to see him doing this kind of job.
Seeing that he slowly lowered his head and stopped talking, Bert said seriously, "Do you know how your sister made money to support your studies in the past?"
The young man lowered his head, and his voice seemed to come from the back of his head. "I know."
Bert snorted. "You don't know."
After saying that, he put away the ease on his face and frowned, "She once sold various products in the bar for you and your mother, being looked down upon by men and teased by so-called customers. If she finds out that her hard-earned and nurtured little brother is doing these things in the bar, would she be happy?"
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