Chapter 345

This time it was Milo who arrived, wearing a bathrobe with hotel slippers, his hair still dripping wet.

Victor eyed him disdainfully.

Pointing to the milk and fruit platter on the coffee table, he said indifferently, "You can have these."

...

A smile twinkled in Milo's eyes.

So it seemed that a late-night summons from Mr. Crawford wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Milo eagerly responded, "Yes, sir.