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?!

called Jean to ask her what had

exhausted, obviously still nursing a hangover. “How should I know? I heard that I was basically carried into a car by two people… Did you forget

“Yeah.”

suddenly adding, “Wait. Don’t tell me you had sex with

quickly replied. “But I think Soren drove me home last night.”

Kenway?! How did he know you

know! I even thought you were the one who

power to do that, why would

She had a point.

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

I decided to tidy up

on the coffee

had to be

texture felt incredible, and the design was stunning. It

fortune.