Chapter 137 He Lost Control

"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Barnum?" The concert hall manager carefully placed the tea set and snacks on the coffee table, then glanced nervously at the stern-faced man across from him. He wasn't sure what, if anything, had gone wrong. Traditionally, even VIP boxes in concert halls were furnished with individual chairs. But because Philip was attending that night, the staff had replaced the seats with a full leather couch, worried that anything less would be deemed disrespectful to a man who practically held the entire city in the palm of his hand.