After two seconds, she hurriedly reached out to take the cup, showing him a smile, "Okay, Mr. Drexler!"
After saying this, she turned with the teacup and left the room, closing the door behind her.
She stopped in the corridor, glanced down at the tea Noah Drexler hadn’t touched, still warm.
It just so happened that she was already thirsty. She couldn’t help but cough a moment ago because she hadn’t had much time to drink water all day, and her throat was too dry.
Thinking about this, she simply lowered her head, lifted the teacup, and took a sip of the tea.
The taste of the tea was sweet and quite refreshing, particularly thirst-quenching.
She pursed her lips and drank the rest of the tea.
...
Inside the room.
"I really couldn’t tell, Mr. Drexler is quite considerate of his subordinates," Yancy Shaw glanced at the door that had just been closed and joked, a hint of surprise on his handsome face.
Ordinary people might not see the meaning behind Noah Drexler’s actions, only thinking he asked the secretary to serve tea and leave.
But having been in the business world for years, he could see his intentions.
On the surface, he asked the young secretary to serve tea and leave, but in reality, he was letting her go out for some air and soothe her throat.
So he was surprised to realize that someone as seemingly unkind as Noah Drexler could actually care about his subordinates.
With his thoughts exposed, Noah Drexler remained silent, merely furrowing his brows before speaking coldly.
"The keys to the mansion will be delivered to you."
"Thank you for making it happen, Mr. Drexler!" Upon hearing this, Yancy Shaw finally showed a bit of joy, stood up from the sofa, "Then I won’t disturb you any further."
After speaking, he turned and left the room.
Once Yancy Shaw left, Sean Morgan couldn’t help but speak up.
"Mr. Drexler, Mr. Shaw seems a bit odd."
He had met Yancy Shaw years ago, who was then spirited and exceptionally shrewd in business. How could such a clever fox engage in a losing deal like this?
"I’m not blind." Noah Drexler’s gaze fixed on the door, he replied indifferently, his eyes deepening.
...
Outside the door, Yancy Shaw came out of Noah Drexler’s room and turned to walk the other way down the corridor.
"Mr. Shaw, did the deal go through?" His personal assistant approached, curious.
"The house will be back soon. Inform them to prepare for the ceremony," Yancy Shaw glanced at the assistant and instructed seriously.
After he finished speaking, the assistant couldn’t help showing a slightly helpless expression.
"Mr. Shaw, do you really believe that this can bring back your wife?"
Over the years, Mr. Shaw had grown increasingly obsessed, even believing in what sounded like a con artist’s Summoning Technique, truly thinking it could bring his departed wife back.
Linnea Shaw stopped, his expression full of determination.
"She loves me, she will come back." Apart from believing, he had no other way left.
After speaking, Yancy Shaw continued to stride away.
The assistant let out a long sigh and had no choice but to follow his steps.
...
After Summer Shawcross returned the cup to the waiter, she went to the deck of the yacht, planning to get some fresh air. The moist sea breeze blowing on her face did indeed make her throat feel much better.
At this moment, various lively activities were ongoing inside the yacht, with not many people on the deck.
Summer Shawcross reached the edge of the deck, placed her hand on the railing, and looked out at the distant sea.