The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 85

I could not believe it. The handwriting. The signature… I had seen them on the agreement he signed!

How did he find me yesterday? Why did he drive me home? When did he leave?

And what about the cuddles? The hugs? The kisses?

Did those really happen?

How could a man of the highest status–who had been served all his life–lower himself to cook in a small rented unit, making chicken soup?

I was utterly baffled. I rushed to the pot and opened it. The soup was still warm. In another pot, the shredded chicken and vegetables remained warm as well.

I held my forehead with my hand and stared at the soup in disbelief. What happened last night?!

recovering from my shock, I called Jean to ask her what had

that I was basically carried into a car by two people… Did

“Yeah.”

long as you’re home safe, what’s the worry?” she mumbled, before suddenly adding, “Wait.

I think Soren drove me home

How did he

I even

to do that, why would

She had a

me. She would immediately come up

I felt much better. I decided to tidy up the couch and the

watch on the coffee

be Soren’s–his

The texture felt incredible, and the design was stunning. It had to

fortune.