Chapter 493 Cunning and Scheming
- Sean didn't reply. Instead, he unscrewed the lid of his bottle, tore off the foil cover, and took a sip.
- "The taste is just average. I still prefer hand-brewed coffee," Sean said, his tone tinged with a hint of disdain, shaking the bottle in his hand.
- "I got it for you just so you would have something to drink. Why are you being so picky?" Abigail retorted, annoyed.