Chapter 1008

"Yes, Mr. Phelps." Soon after, Clark entered. His tall figure even made the office look less spacious. Isaac knowingly shut the door, leaving Clark and Dominic alone. "It's been a while. I thought you would still be at the northern branch." Dominic sat on the leather couch. "It has been a while." Clark was not in a hurry. He took a seat and naturally started brewing some tea. Dominic, on the contrary, got anxious. "Don't tell me you're here for tea." "What? Can't we have a cup of tea?" "Of course, we can." "That's good then." The water boiled. Tea leaves unfurled in their bag. While Clark was pouring himself a cup, Dominic noticed that his left hand was in bandages. Dominic's gaze darkened. "What happened to your hand?" "It's nothing much. I got injured." "In Westport?" "How did you know I went to Westport?" Dominic was clearly taken aback, but he soon composed himself. "It's not hard to find out." "Why are you finding out about this?" "It's only logical that I have so