Chapter 92

For the past two hours, Jack's eyes have not left his work screen. Occasionally, the window behind him provided a temporary distraction, where the bustling Flown could be seen returning to its usual state. Jack greatly enjoyed the constant stream of guests entering after passing through rigorous security checks.

Flown nightclub was pulsating once again. However, Jack enforced a rule for its visitors. Initially, many protested, but the owner had entrusted the decision to Jack. No one could object to anything Jack wanted in Flown, including the tight security measures.

"Busy?" Jack scowled in surprise and sighed in annoyance as the person entering his room casually sat down without a hint of guilt. Ah, he blamed himself for not locking the room door after Sam's visit a few hours ago.

"I have a lot of work." Instead of venting his frustration, Jack chose to continue typing on the keyboard. "Why are you here? Aren't there things you need to attend to in the North?"