He suddenly felt like an abandoned child, standing alone between heaven and earth, yet with no one to match him.
Nathaniel became sorrowful and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you have Madame's phone number?"
After asking, Nathaniel found himself ridiculous. If Freya cared about him, wouldn't she have called him back?
Freya hadn't returned his calls, how could she possibly call Koen?
Koen didn’t know what to say and had to offer some advice: "Mr. Morgan, if you're feeling uncomfortable, would you like to take a trip to clear up your mind?"
Nathaniel forced a smile. Without her by his side, what difference would traveling make?
Every day without Freya was hard to get through.
"Go to Red Shift!"
As soon as Nathaniel spoke, Koen wanted to slap himself. Going to the Red Shift at this time meant drinking to drown his sorrows.
He firmly blocked the bedroom door and looked at his boss resolutely, "Boss, listen to us brothers for once. How about not drinking? Or let me take a beating instead?"
Nathaniel coldly replied, "I know my limits."
Nathaniel's Rolls-Royce quietly entered the Red Shift’s underground private garage.
Koen, worried about Nathaniel, called Ozzy and Hudson to accompany them.
They headed toward the top-floor suite, but when they reached the elevator, Nathaniel suddenly pressed the button for the eighth floor. They followed him into suite 808.
Sitting on the sofa in suite 808, they suddenly realized this was the room Freya used to clean as a janitor.
Many significant events had happened in this room, leaving deep marks on Nathaniel.
Hudson, preoccupied with thoughts of Luna, wasn't in high spirits either.
The waiter, seeing the boss himself, trembled slightly as he poured the drinks.
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