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."

man didn't look one bit ruffled. He had one leg casually crossed over the other. "You've got something

a bit, and a slight frown creased his brow.

and traveled everywhere with you. I can read you like a

Outwardly, Grant was all about that icy composure and ruthless efficiency, but he

then, what do I want from you?" Grant

man

When you were a kid, you'd get that same half-dead

then, young Grant

adorable rascal,

with the harsh realities of life. Over time, he built up that cold exterior and a stubborn streak tougher

the old man's lavish meal request.

the old