"Come in!" Noah Drexler lowered his wrist and then pursed his lips and said.
The door was pushed open, and a female server, carrying a cup of coffee, slowly walked in.
"Sir, your coffee." The female server said softly, then walked slowly to the front of the sofa, bent down, and gently placed the coffee on the coffee table.
As the woman approached, a somewhat familiar pungent fragrance wafted over.
Noah Drexler frowned, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
After putting down the coffee, the female server showed no intention of leaving. Instead, she lifted her alluring face, looked at Noah Drexler tenderly, and asked.
"Sir, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a massage?"
As she spoke, her body leaned closer to his side, then softened, falling right into the man's arms.
Noah Drexler's face darkened, just as he was about to push this damn woman away, the door suddenly opened.
A petite figure in professional attire walked in.
