Chapter 79

• Tristan sat, rubbing and gently massaging his smooth chin. His eyes were staring straight ahead but seemed vacant, as if lost in thought. It was unclear what the brown-haired man was thinking at the moment. Mario, who had been in the room for over 30 minutes, was growing increasingly exasperated, waiting for his boss to snap out of it and refocus on the mounting work.
• "Sir."
• Unable to wait any longer, Mario finally spoke up. After all, staying silent wouldn’t solve the problem, would it?