The VIP area of Cloud Summit was heavily guarded.
In front of the "South Wind Knows My Intent" suite stood two muscular, fully armed men.
Ignatius Leclair instructed Little Six to remain outside, then entered the suite.
Inside the suite, the lights were off. Only the glow of neon lights seeped through the curtains, illuminating the corners of the room.
"Still don't like brightness?" Ignatius Leclair entered the room, speaking lazily as he flipped on the lights. His gaze settled on the handsome yet cold and resolute man seated in a wheelchair.
The man's features were strikingly handsome, with an aura of impenetrable depth. He frowned slightly, adjusting to the sudden brightness in the room. Then, he turned his wheelchair in another direction, smirking faintly. "You're late."
Ignatius Leclair removed his jacket and casually grabbed a bottle of red wine from the bar. Uncorking it, he poured two glasses and responded in a low tone.
