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?!

my shock, I called Jean

I was basically carried into a car by

“Yeah.”

long as you’re home safe, what’s the worry?” she mumbled, before suddenly adding, “Wait. Don’t tell me you had sex with one

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

“Soren Kenway?! How did

would know! I even thought you were the

power to do that,

She had

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

to tidy

saw a watch on the coffee table and

to be

texture felt incredible, and the design

fortune.