Noah Drexler glanced at Yancy Shaw, then coldly spoke.
"A verbal apology is meaningless."
In his view, a verbal apology was just like a verbal promise, entirely useless.
"Of course, I've brought a small gift, hoping you might forgive him." Yancy Shaw smiled, clearly well-prepared.
As Yancy finished speaking, the anger on Noah Drexler's face still hadn't subsided. Just as he was about to continue demanding accountability, Yancy's voice rang out again.
"Regarding the matter you've been investigating recently, I can provide you with some useful leads."
Once Yancy finished speaking, Noah Drexler's expression finally changed.
He furrowed his brows, his cold eyes calculating as he scrutinized the other, trying to see through him.
"If it's not enough, as his father, I'm willing to take the punishment for my son." At this moment, Yancy Shaw suddenly unbuttoned his suit, taking it off to reveal only the shirt underneath.
