Today, after drinking this glass of wine, Gray will still stand behind him, as he always has, ready to risk his life for him.
"Thank you, Mr. Sikong."
"No!" Phoebe gently shook his head, "From now on, call me Phoebe."
Sikong Yueming is already dead. Let him stay dead forever!
From now on, he is Phoebe.
Gray nodded respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Phoebe."
Whether he is Sikong Yueming or Phoebe, this man has always been his spiritual mentor. This fact will never change in Gray's heart.
Putting down the empty glass in his hand, Gray picked up the wine bottle and poured Phoebe another glass, instantly assuming the role of a servant before him.
"I've checked into what you assigned me. This matter was indeed deliberately orchestrated. After I got off the plane, I received information that the person in charge of the prison where Duke Charli is being held was involved in a car accident yesterday. It seems like a calculated silencing."
