Alex approached cautiously, his hands gripping a tray, eyes fixed on Shawn holding a letter. “Excuse me, Master Shawn,” Alex spoke softly, trying to catch his master’s attention. “May I ask, what letter is that?” Shawn glanced briefly at Alex, his sharp eyes scrutinizing him. “It’s something important,” Shawn replied, folding the letter slowly, his tone flat but carrying tension. Alex sensed something unusual but restrained himself from prying further. “If you need help, sir, I’m always at your service.” Shawn offered a faint smile but said nothing. Alex watched closely as Shawn folded the letter in his hands. There was an underlying tension Alex hadn’t seen before. After a few seconds of silence, Shawn exhaled profoundly and said, “Christopher Flint has requested a meeting.” Alex was taken aback by the name. Christopher Flint was not someone to be taken lightly. His mind raced, trying to process what he had just heard. “Do you really think it's necessary, sir? Christop
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