Henry drove right to Brewery Drop after he left Star River Residence.
Even though he rarely visits the place, he would go with Logan once in a while. Logan was a frequent patron of Brewery Drop, but he went out of the country to shoot a television series.
The music in the bar was deafening but Henry seemed to enjoy it. The booming music was able to resonate something in his empty, aching heart.
The bar manager of Brewery Drop recognized Henry. When he saw Henry entering, he rushed over to escort Henry to their usual luxury room.
“Find a place outside.” Henry raised his eyebrow. His voice was so deep and cold like a ghost. Although they were in such a noisy environment, his tone was so icy that it made others shiver in fear.
The lines on his face were taut, and his chiseled features seemed to be covered by a layer of frost. His towering figure and deep, dark eyes like the night sky were so sharp and intimidating.
He exuded the aura of a royal king.
Henry came directly from Star River Residence. He was only wearing a tailored white shirt and a well-ironed pantsuit. He walked in with long strides and sat in a spacious seat near the corner.
He leaned against the couch leisurely in an elegant manner. He looked like a panther, elegant yet deadly.
The bar manager beside him could feel the temperature around them drop by a few degrees Celsius and shuddered.
Brewery Drop was a luxurious bar in B City. Those who frequented this place were all from rich and wealthy families. The bar manager was also very experienced in dealing with customers. He knew that Chairman Moore was not in a good mood when he saw the taut lines on his face and his lips pressed together in a straight line.
He gathered up the courage to hand him the drinks menu. “Mr. Moore, may I take your order?”
Henry did not even bother to look at him. He ordered, “Start serving.”
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