Chapter 965 Tricks Up Every Sleeve
- Right then, Lewis Snow lounged in his seat like he owned the place. He casually lifted the teacup and took a slow sip. The warmth slid over his tongue, making his mouth water, and a clean, floral scent lingered at the tip of his nose.
- “How’s that cup of emerald, mellow tea?”
- A moment later, a tall, gaunt old man walked in with the house steward. He smiled at Lewis.