William clenched his fist after ending his call with Archer. On the balcony, still wearing his pajamas, he poured wine into a glass.
Suddenly, he remembered Iris had forbidden him to drink wine in the morning on an empty stomach. Come to think of it, she did care about him even though their relationship wasn’t that close.
He gulped down the wine and saw a car entering the yard. His expression grew gloomy when he saw Archer get out of the vehicle. He snorted.
“Forget it. You’re just lucky to have picked up something I threw away,” William muttered with a mocking expression.
A few moments later, Archer went to see William. His boss was in a bad mood, but he didn’t really care.
“Any special orders today?” Archer asked.
“Archer Brooks...” William called him. His tone and gaze were flat.
