Chapter 56: Woman, Would You Rather Google Than Ask Me for Help?

After confirming that there were only Farkona and the man in front of her in the office, and no one else, she breathed a sigh of relief and briskly walked to the spot that had been arranged: "Why is it only you? Where's President Boris?" But Ulysses didn't show the usual enthusiasm to engage with her. He remained silent, staring at her with his deep green eyes, his lips and jawline tense, which became more obvious up close. He seemed to be in a low mood, quite unlike his usual self. Farkona couldn't understand why the man who was so reluctant to part with her yesterday seemed like a different person today, ignoring her and wearing a sour expression. Narrowing her eyes, she carefully observed Ulysses' expression and noticed several blood streaks on his otherwise perfect face, resembling scratches from something sharp. From the color, it seemed they were from last night. These marks didn't look like scratches from branches; they looked more like nail marks! Could it