Capítulo 423: Bellsybabble

A few days ago....

The 'Throne room' as Cuban liked to refer to it, had been redecorated to fit Cuban's standard. However, Cuban left a great deal of things intact. Although he did not possess that taste in royal quality that Basit had or rather surrounded himself with, that did not mean that he did not appreciate some of the things Basit left behind.

Sometimes, he even indulged in them.

Today was not like most days that he would just sit here alone.

They were others around, like Domani, Arizona and even Areola sitting at one corner, but the room was totally quiet, except of course for Cuban's persistent tapping of his thigh with a finger.

One look at him, and one could easily tell that he was bothered about something. 

From the look of it, it was very important.