Landon Brooke was as indifferent as a drifting cloud at the edge of the sky, his features showing little change in expression.
Having not seen his mother for many years, he had long lost the initial anticipation and yearning.
When all thoughts had been incinerated and he was injured all over, he no longer held any expectations.
"Yes, Young Master, then I'll have her wait in the reception room."
Tom Rosenthal spoke with caution, sensing that their Young Master's mood was very foul at the moment, the repressed feeling of restraint somewhat stifling for him too.
As Mrs. Warden, the Young Master's mother, had always treated their Young Master, they were well aware.
Being his personal assistants, they were fully abreast of whom the Young Master associated with and what he dealt with.
Mrs. Warden would not think of their Young Master when times were good; it was only at times like this that she would approach.
"The lounge on the 18th floor."
