Chapter 1294 Preston Kaufman

• On an autumn night, there was still a slight chill in the air.
• Dexter had just extricated himself from a social engagement. He gazed into the boundless night as he tightened his coat around him. Not long after, a young man wearing glasses went up to him. He looked somewhat naive, yet the ambition in his eyes was impossible to ignore.
• The assistant handed him an umbrella. “It's raining outside, Mr. Kaufman.”