Chapter 241

I glared at Norman, but he just grinned and cheerfully pulled me along. Five minutes later, I walked into Elijah's private room with the wine. He was sitting in the corner, his gaze cold and fixed on the dance floor downstairs. The flashing neon lights reflected off his face, casting vibrant colors that gave him a strange, captivating charm. I looked away and lowered my head, setting up the drinks on the table. The room was quieter than I expected. Besides Elijah, there were only two other men. They seemed used to Elijah's cold demeanor and were drinking on their own. Around half an hour later, the door opened. A burly, tattooed man walked in with two assistants behind him. Elijah glanced up at them. The tattooed man had a menacing expression, but he spoke respectfully. "Mr. Linden, you've arrived. Sir Hall wants to have a word with you." Elijah sipped his wine and took a long drag on his cigarette. "I'll be there in a minute," he replied. The tattooed man seemed surpris