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?!

finally recovering from my shock, I called Jean to ask her

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

“Yeah.”

what’s the worry?” she mumbled, before suddenly adding, “Wait. Don’t tell me you had sex with one of the guys-

I didn’t!” I quickly replied. “But I think Soren drove me home

How

don’t know! I thought you would know! I even thought you were

the power to do that,

had

cooking for me. She would immediately come up with wild. stories. I wouldn’t be able to explain myself even

to tidy up the couch

saw a watch on the coffee table and picked it

to be Soren’s–his Patek

fingers brushed the surface. The texture felt incredible, and the

fortune.