Somewhere far away, a man sat in a chair behind an ordinary desk, listening to his assistant. His white shirt had the top two buttons undone, revealing part of his perfectly sculpted chest. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, highlighting his toned arms. His long, slender fingers tapped against the armrest, his eyes closed.
"...Mr. Harper, this is what happened during the banquet. Your father arranged the meal especially for Ms. Natalie after what the princess and her friends did," Noah explained everything to Justin.
Leaning back in his black chair leisurely, Justin had a light, satisfied smirk on his lips. "Seems like my wife still has strong support even when I'm not there."
"Yes, Mr. Harper," Noah nodded.
Justin opened his eyes as he stood up from the chair. Running a hand through his hair, he tousled it slightly—but the messy look made him look more alluring. "Well, since I don't have to worry about her, let's take care of our business."
