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?!

shock, I called Jean to ask

obviously still nursing a hangover. “How should I know? I heard that I was basically carried into a

“Yeah.”

the worry?” she mumbled, before suddenly adding, “Wait. Don’t tell

quickly replied. “But I think

shocked. “Soren Kenway?! How did he know you

you would know! I even thought you were the one

power to do that, why

had

me or him cooking for me. She would immediately come up with wild. stories. I wouldn’t

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

saw a watch on the coffee table and picked

be

incredible, and the design was stunning.

fortune.