Chapter 1091. Dispatched (1)
Lee Hyeon-Su’s eyes widened.
“Did you say the Round Table, master?”
“That I did,” Wiggins coolly nodded.
Lee Hyeon-Su clamped his slack jaw shut.
‘What the heck is going on here?’
Why was he suddenly getting dispatched to the Round Table?
Suspicion quickly filled Lee Hyeon-Su’s mind. And it reflected in the way he stared at Wiggins.
However, the Englishman remained unperturbed. It was as if he was merely conveying a simple message.
But Lee Hyeon-Su was a man well versed in cooking up things and sweeping them under the carpets. He could easily pick up on the suspicious smell wafting out from this event.
He needed to know more before making his mind up.
“I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, master.”