Surely with Barlow's presence, Natt would keep his distance, wouldn't he?

"Oh? And what might this discussion with Natt entail?" Barlow inquired, an eyebrow arched in curiosity.

Karina answered.

Natt's consent."

“We're discussing a potential role that requires

Barlow's gaze shifted from her face to her glass before reaching out to take the wine.

“Natt, I'll handle this glass for her. Approach me tomorrow regarding the investment for your new production.”

And with that, he drained the glass of its contents.

Natt's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he quickly replied, "Of course. Considering your partnership with Karina, I will certainly assign the role of the secondary lead to her artist.”

Placing the drained glass back onto the table, Barlow smiled and announced, "Then I'LL be excusing myself along with her."

“Sure." Natt Looked at him respectfully.

As Barlow retreated, Karina watched him, biting her Lip. She instructed her artist, "Jack, stay and share a few more drinks with Natt."

Barlow had aided her escape and even secured a deal on her behalf.

Why was he being so kind?

Once they had exited the private room, she hurried to catch up with Barlow. In a hushed voice, she expressed, “Thank you for your assistance. If there's nothing more, I'll be leaving now."

Turning to depart, she was stopped short as Barlow caught her wrist, pulling her into a secluded corner.

He pressed her against the wall, his presence exuding a distinct chill.

“Karina, is this your method of conducting business? Allowing him to touch you, sharing drinks with him? You are an agent, not a public relations officer!"

His tone, cold with a hint of anger, echoed through the space. His Long arms, braced against the wall, caged her in. She had no way out.

Staring into his captivating eyes, she recalled the previous incidents and her heart fluttered.

"It's none of your concern, Barlow!"

What was the nature of their relationship?