CHAPTER 899: CHAPTER 899: INVITING UMBRELLA FOR TEA

The waiting process made him very anxious.

Justin Kingston sought him out, and a bad premonition surrounded him, forcing him to prepare for the worst.

Dennis Hale pondered how to respond.

The Nova Dragon Club was large, and its environment was excellent, exuding a sense of grandeur and authority.

This was his first time entering, following his guide through winding corridors, finally arriving at the main building.

"Mayor Hale, please come in, CEO Kingston will be here shortly."

He stepped into a room, and as he entered, the high-hanging curtains automatically parted to the sides. The room was decorated in a Chinese style, with tasteful ornaments.

Soon, a Lamborghini also entered the club. After the driver got out, he opened the car door—

"You go ahead, I’ll wait for you in the car," Mia Lane spoke softly, releasing his hand. "Whatever your decision, please wait until after Hailey’s wedding, please!"

Justin Kingston met her gaze, "I’ll first see Nathan Garcia’s self-awareness." Then he told the driver, "Old Chapman, take my wife back to the company first."

"Yes, Mr. Kingston."

Justin Kingston held Mia’s shoulders, planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then stepped out of the car. He could hardly bear to let her wait. The company wasn’t far from here.

However, Mia understood it as—today’s conversation would be heavy and wouldn’t end anytime soon.

The driver closed the car door, and Mia watched his figure depart, feeling a bit worried. Would it really not affect Hailey?

In fact, speaking of the impact, it was inevitable sooner or later.

If Hailey discovered that her father was a villain, how would she accept it?

Such a subversion of the beautiful image, without any forewarning, is hard for people to accept.

When Mia saw the evidence of those crimes, she found it hard to accept too, and it took quite a while to come to terms with it. Nathan Garcia’s evil far exceeded Lydia Ingram many times over.

Nathan Garcia was the largest scourge of Riventhal, but he was proficient at disguise, and his influence was so vast that no one dared to touch him.

At the entrance of a reception room stood two staff members on guard.

Dennis Hale stood alone in front of the window, where the clean floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a large expanse of lawn. The sun was warm that day, and the air was filled with a faint scent of Earl Grey tea.

In a short while, he saw Justin Kingston walking along the corridor, solitary, indifferent, dignified, with an innate aura.

Dennis Hale’s heart sank a little.

Soon, footsteps became louder and closer.

Dennis Hale turned around to see Justin Kingston appear at the doorway.

"Hello, Mr. Kingston." Someone greeted him respectfully.

After Justin Kingston entered, they closed the door on their own, leaving only Justin Kingston and Dennis Hale in the vast space.

Justin Kingston walked toward him with his long legs, and their gazes met.

Dennis Hale felt a deep chill from the cold aura, "CEO Kingston." He greeted him proactively.

"Sit." Justin Kingston’s gaze flickered slightly; he sat down on the sofa.

Though a junior, in Riventhal, everyone had to show some respect to Justin Kingston, including the mayor.

Dennis Hale appeared calm as he sat on the sofa opposite Justin Kingston.

Justin Kingston leaned forward to personally make tea.

His silence made Dennis Hale feel somewhat uneasy.

"Lydia Ingram, as Riventhal’s largest drug dealer, was just arrested." Justin Kingston handed him a teacup, lifting his gaze to assess his reaction.

Dennis Hale’s expression remained very calm, while Justin Kingston raised another teacup, closely observing his expression.

After a few seconds, Dennis Hale had to speak, "This is certainly gratifying news." He took a small sip of tea, "As the CEO of a large company, he failed to set a positive example from start to finish, and even played with women."

Justin Kingston thought, you sure know how to gloss over the crucial part.