(here again with this old bad habit, sorry. I'll upload the right one as soon as I can)
The flights have been booked." Michael muttered to himself as he stared at his phone. The choice of country was not something he had to think over for several hours to decide.
Since the goal was to get dar away from the chaos as possible, he chose a rather far country.
(I'll just drop a little spoiler here for anyone who accidentally opened the chapter)
"Excuse me but can you introduce yourself?" He asked with a cold tone that took Michael back.
Ah, why was he...?
He looked into Noah's cold eyes and then realized there were so many eyes on them. Ah, so that was what this was about.
He immediately let go of Noah's sleeve and then bowed his head, sweat dripping down the corner of his face as he bit his lips.
"I'm sorry for my disrespect." He apologized, his hands trembling but he clutched them together. "I must be drunk." He said and Noah clenched his hand in his pocket into a fist.
