impossible to leave Letta

Marco then turned his attention to Edward, who had entered the room and was now sitting casually in the middle of the room, as if he owned the place. Although this had been his father's room before, Marco slightly disliked his father's relaxed attitude.

"So, what's the purpose of Daddy coming to my office?" Marco asked, making Edward glance briefly at his son before picking up the bottle of drink in front of him, pouring it into a small cup, and taking a sip.

"Come on, my dear Daddy has just sat down, and you're already bombarding me with questions like that. Let me savor this drink a few more times," Edward said, making Marco snort in annoyance before refocusing on the flat screen in front of him. For a while, they remained silent until Marco's movement stopped again when Edward suddenly spoke up.

"For the next week, you have to be in Chicago," Edward said, making Marco look at his father.

"I have instructed my trusted people to monitor the project there. So, there's no need to send