Chapter 162 Irony

Sterling Lounge, the Brooks family's private club, was one of the most secure places in all of Joravia. Inside a quiet suite smelling faintly of sandalwood, Nancy sat by the window in fresh clothes, her expression unreadable. When Maximilian pushed open the door and saw her safe, the knot in his chest finally loosened. He strode across the room and dropped into the chair opposite her, crossing one leg over the other with his usual irreverent grin. "Nancy, you finally came to your senses? I told you that spoiled brat from the Graham family was never worth your time." It had been five years. At last, Nancy had pulled herself out of that mess. Nancy lifted her cup and blew across the surface, never raising her eyes. "Get to the point." She spared no energy for people or matters that no longer mattered. Maximilian gave a helpless shrug. She was the same as ever, work first, everything else a distant second. He sobered quickly, slid a file across the table, and his voice grew se