Flames of War

Simon came into the Capital Hotel, but no one recognized him. "Young Master." Simon nodded calmly. With Yosef following behind, he would not be suspected at all. In the suite, Hazel was already waiting. Dinner was arranged on the terrace of the suite. "Young Master, please." The door to the terrace was pushed open. Hazel stood up in a hurry with a bright smile on her face. "Sean." "Hazel." Simon smiled, without any flaws in his tone or his eyes. "Having waited for a long time?" "No." Hazel shook her head with a smile. "You're so busy. It doesn't matter that I have to wait a little longer." She was really good at talking. Her words sounded very generous and reasonable, but also clearly showed her grievance. Simon pulled out a chair and sat down. Then he raised his hand and asked the servants, "Serve the dishes!" Wine was also served, which was on purpose. Hazel seemed to be drunk. After drinking a few cups, she blushed and said, "Sean, I can't drink too much. I won't be able to walk lat