The silent night.
William Moore stood by the window in the hallway, recalling the question he was just about to ask, and let out a silent laugh.
The smile carried a touch of self-mockery.
—If it was me who brought you the umbrella that day, would you have fallen in love with me?
Such a weak and self-deceptive question unexpectedly rose in his heart.
In this world, there are no "ifs," no assumptions, only cold, hard reality.
The reality is, he met her too late, too late for him to have any time to enter her heart.
So, he could only stand from a distance, watching her get humiliated by the man she loved dearly, yet powerless to do anything.
"Young Master."
Eddison's voice quietly emerged from the darkness, "You were looking for me?"
"Yes."
William Moore responded indifferently, "Give the order that from today on, the drug HZ23 is not to appear on the black market anymore."
Eddison looked at him in shock: "Young Master! HZ23 is the most…"
