Chapter 29: No Idea If My Motives Are Pure, but My Medicine Definitely Is!

Bernice Warth felt a quiet thrill bloom in her chest. She had not expected Azakiel to actually agree. The bodyguard at the side went slack-jawed. He had followed Mr. Azakiel for over a decade. He had seen countless tycoons and power brokers haul in fortunes, begging on bended knee, only for the old gentleman to not even bother lifting an eyelid. Yet this young man had exchanged a few words and somehow… pulled it off? Christian Yale did not waste breath. He walked straight up to Mr. Azakiel...