Their eyes met, and a wave of panic rushed through Leon. He tried his best to keep his face neutral, showing no signs of unease. As Elijah’s assistant, Leon’s living arrangements had been personally arranged by him, and he was well aware of the door code.

“Mr. Freeman, is there something you need from me?” Leon tried to maintain his composure as he put down his bag. “You could have just informed me over the phone. It’s still early. Have you had breakfast? Would you like me to prepare something for you?”

“Where were you?” Elijah ignored the string of questions and extinguished the cigarette, looking at Leon with a piercing cold gaze.

Trying to sound nonchalant, Leon replied, “I thought it wouldn’t be healthy to stay cooped up in the office all the time, and I wanted to exercise a bit… But I usually don’t have the time, so I went for a run in the morning.

“Is that so?” Elijah’s piercing gaze remained on him. Then, he crossed his legs, and his fingers lightly tapped the lacquered wooden decoration on the back of the couch.

Just this simple action exerted intense pressure on Leon, and he bit the bullet, saying, “That’s right, Mr. Freeman. I was just doing some morning exercise. Please don’t read too much into it.

A hint of weariness flashed across Elijah’s face. “Leon, you disappoint me. Did you really think I’m oblivious to everything?”

his head, replying, “I don’t know what you’re talking

phone monitoring. Why did you leave Farlem last night? What

and stuttered, “D–Did you already

Thump!

before Elijah, adding, “Mr. Freeman, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t

you go? What

he approached Leon, looking down on him and commanded in a

into silence.

no concern for her. You’ve lavished attention on Sheena, transferred

at Elijah’s

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