Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 936

He just went ahead and lay down right inside the cage, casually propping his head up with one hand. "Ah, my dear apprentice," he chuckled, "seems like your torture skills haven't quite leveled up this year, huh?"

Grant knew his mentor had a background in an assassin organization, trained from a young age. For him, this sort of torment was just another day at the office. Yet, here he was, over seventy, still as fit as a fiddle. It was honestly mind-

boggling.

"Master," Grant said coolly, "if I really wanted to end you, you wouldn't be here now."

The old man lay there, not at all like someone stuck in a cage. In fact, he had the air of a laid-back, mischievous old rascal. "I'm starving. I could go for some roast chicken, drunken crab, meatballs, stuffed fish, bamboo mushroom soup, and a bottle of 50-year-old rice wine," he said, completely unfazed. "Everything's alright here, just the food's a bit too basic."

Grant, usually a stone-cold figure, couldn't help but crack a smile at that. I mean, he did serve up four dishes and a soup every day without repeating a single meal for a week. Not too shabby, right?

"Master, it's been a year, and you still don't seem to grasp your predicament."

leg casually crossed over the other.

a bit, and a slight frown creased his brow. "How do

traveled everywhere with you. I can read you like a book," the old man replied with a knowing twinkle

man knew hime inside out. Outwardly, Grant was

then, what do I want

guess," the old man admitted,

you'd get that same half-dead look on your face whenever

young

rascal, feisty

up that cold exterior and a stubborn streak tougher than anything. Asking for help? Easier said than done. Even when he

he arranged for the old man's lavish meal request. Before long, a sumptuous spread was set in front of

old man poured