Chapter 254 Would You Be Satisfied

• Dylan sat at the bar, swirling a cup of scarlet wine, his wounded arm wrapped with a white-colored bandage. The warm chandelier above him cast a faint glow on his countenance.
• His long, voluminous eyelashes obstructed his dark eyes from view, and at the same time, diminished his cruel and domineering aura.
• A woman sat across from him, her skin fair and supple. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Musk. If there's anything you need in the future, don't hesitate to let me know,” she said while handing him her name card.