The private room had a rather elegant atmosphere. The most distinctive feature was the table near the window, which offered a view of the beautiful scenery outside.
At this moment, the sky had already darkened, with a pale crescent moon hanging among the scattered stars in the gloomy sky. The streets outside were not filled with the towering buildings typical of big cities, nor were they brilliantly illuminated by neon lights. Instead, there was a peaceful and cozy ambiance everywhere.
Oliver Hoffman poured himself a drink while looking at the scenery outside the window – not because it was particularly captivating, but simply because he did not wish to focus his attention on the two people sitting opposite him.