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?!

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

I didn’t!” I quickly replied. “But I

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

thought you would know! I even

power to do that,

had a

couldn’t tell her about Soren taking care of me or him cooking for me. She would immediately come

better. I decided to tidy up the couch and the blanket.

saw a watch on the coffee table and picked

had to be Soren’s–his Patek Philippe.

and the design was stunning. It had

fortune.