Chapter 84

Tension instantly flooded the room. Everyone felt a chill run down their spine. The rich heirs sitting nearby had already fallen silent, barely daring to breathe. Noah's fingertips curled against the tabletop, then slowly relaxed. He lifted his eyes calmly to look at the man sitting directly across from him, his gaze unreadable. Silas leaned back lazily in his chair, his posture relaxed. But his eyes were like ice-cold blades, his expression full of disdain. Noah's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke in an even tone. "It looks like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, Mr. Brennan." Silas leaned forward and slowly turned toward the drink cart, pouring himself some red wine. The dark red liquid clung to the glass as it flowed, and he swirled it carelessly. "Just spit it out, Noah. All this beating around the bush is getting tiresome." His indifferent gaze moved past the rim of the glass to Noah's slightly darkened expression, and he scoffed lightly. "After all, we're no