Brant Fairbanks just stepped out the door and happened to see Preston Caldwell wandering at the entrance.
"You are...?" He didn't recognize Preston since he hadn't had much time to wander around after arriving at Boulevard.
He had only gone to the advanced meeting room to find Han Caldwell.
"I am the steward, Preston." Preston forced a smile, glanced inside, and asked, "Is West Tower here?"
"What do you want with him?" As soon as he mentioned his disciple, Brant Fairbanks' expression turned grim. "The Caldwell Family, do they want to know if he's dead?"
"This... what happened? I don't know anything, old servant!" Preston's head buzzed. "I came because Young Master Brycen got into a little misunderstanding with Mr. West Tower outside and sent me to apologize. May I ask, what happened to West Tower?"
"Conflict? Misunderstanding?" Brant Fairbanks sensed that things might not be that simple. "What exactly happened?"
