Chapter 67: The Promise He Holds

[ Chapter 67 ]

The mild and pleasant melody of the piano playing I Giorni by Ludovico E wafted in the background.

The tranquil ambience embraced by the patrons, who were seeking to unwind under the dim lights.

The hushed conversations were all there along with the occasional sound of ice hitting a thin wall of glass.

It was a typical evening in an acclaimed bar named Goldvitel, which was situated in the middle of a business district.

Thereupon, on the dimmed side of the room, sat a man who had a tumbler of dark amber drink in front of him.

His finely-tailored midnight blue suit and crisp white shirt fit him impeccably. His features were well-defined, his hair, though, slightly disheveled.

He looked fine, a raw vision of intense magnetism, but it wasn't just that he was attractive that made him stand out, even in the darkest shade of the room.