Neal Galan picked up his phone, found a number, and dialed it, "Handle everything here and prepare everything for my upcoming trip to River City!"
"Yes!"
After hanging up, Neal Galan placed the phone aside.
He poured himself another glass of crimson liquid, gently swirling it in his hand.
With his motion, the crimson liquid spun beautifully around the transparent goblet.
Neal Galan smiled faintly, "Melody, wait for me, I'm coming to River City to find you soon!"
Since she liked River City, he didn't mind going there to accompany her.
Just as he finished speaking, the phone he'd placed aside started to ring.
Seeing the caller ID, Neal Galan's handsome brows furrowed immediately.
He put down the goblet and answered with a furrowed brow, "Father!"
Meanwhile, in a castle in Y Country, a middle-aged man, Neal Galan's father, David Galan, with sharp black eyes, sat at a desk holding a communication device, watching the view outside.
