Chapter 50 Flint, Serve The Tea

With the desert's sandstorms ravaging the majority of West Ridge, it was hard to procure tea, especially the rare premium kind. Since Dante Thorne rarely had the chance to taste such good tea, he didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“Did you not hear me when I was speaking to you?!” Gideon Roth’s expression darkened; a lowlife like Dante Thorne, completely ignoring him? This was an unacceptable insult to