Chapter 812: Picking Up, Attracting Attention
"Blake."
The office door was opened, and a tall figure strode in.
He, too, was wearing a white gown, but his buttons were undone, and his clothes hung loose on him as if he was wearing it as a coat.
The well-tailored black trousers accentuated his incredibly long legs, and he wore a pair of exquisitely made black leather shoes.
Claud Stuart sauntered up to the desk with one hand in his pocket, his forehead's stray hairs in disarray, and leaned on the desk with one hand.
He had also not rested well for several days, and his eyes were bloodshot from staying up late.
"There's been a minor incident in the lab, they need you to take a look."
"Mm."
Blake Fuller nodded in acknowledgment.
Picking up the glasses that were on the desk, he pushed them up his nose with his distinctively knuckled index finger.
His deep voice carried a hint of softness, "Sweetheart, get some rest early."