"Brian, where are you? Care to join me for a drink?"

Half an hour later

At Royarid Club

Inside one of the private rooms, Sanford observed Brian, who sat silently, engrossed in his drink.

Noticing Brian's troubled appearance, Sanford narrowed his eyes and could not help but ask, "You don't look yourself. What's bothering you?"

Without uttering a single word, Brian downed his glass of wine.

Sanford took a guess and said, “Let me guess. Did you argue with Rosalynn?"

At the mention of her name, Brian halted his drinking, tension clouding his handsome features.

Sanford's guess had hit the mark, evident from his friend's reaction.

Having a deep understanding of Brian, Sanford nodded inwardly, aware of the complexities of his friend's emotions.

He raised his glass to his lips, taking a deliberate sip of wine as he gazed at Brian with a curious look, silently encouraging him to share his thoughts.

Met with silence, Sanford added, “What did Garry from Goldeer Group do to offend you? He even approached me for help. What happened? Why are you so angry with him? Did he do something to Rosalynn?”

Brian's dissatisfaction seemed to deepen at the mention of Rosalynn's name again.

His anger simmered beneath the surface as he poured another glass of wine.

“Am I speaking to a wall? Why won't you say anything?" Frustration laced Sanford's voice.

Brian had finished an entire bottle of wine, leaving no drop behind.

He rasped, “Get a female escort here.”

The unexpected request left Sanford dizzy with astonishment.

Brian wanted to invite a female escort to join him for a drink!

“Don't you despise those female escorts the most?" he asked incredulously.

“Stop asking. Just bring a female escort over.”

Brian unfastened two buttons of his shirt and reclined on the sofa, exuding an air of languid nobility.