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Chapter 7

It was the darkest hour of the night.

The Royal Oasis Hotel.

The dedicated elevator "dinged" as it opened on the top floor of the hotel.

Michael quickly stepped out of the elevator.

After attending a dinner party, his exquisitely handsome facial features showed a hint of tiredness, possibly from drinking.

However, he concealed it very well.

A rough man followed respectfully behind the man.

"Master, several companies gave me architectural drawings at the banquet tonight and requested that you take a look at them personally..."

Matthew Reynolds, with a thick stack of papers in his pocket, carefully looked at Michael.

Who knew the master didn't even lift an eyelid.

Matthew quickly said in a humble tone, "I'm sorry, master. I know this is against the rules. After all, the 'X' project is very important to you..."

"Since you know that, why bother?" Michael's deep and mellow voice lazily came through, coldly interrupting Matthew's words.

"But now, too many companies are fighting each other to get their hands on the 'X' project. They are competing fiercely, and the old master seems unhappy..." Matthew didn't deny that those companies that gave him the papers were appointed by the old master, Michael’s grandpa.

"It's his business if he's unhappy!" Michael snorted and continued walking toward the far end of the hotel corridor.

Matthew didn't dare to take out the papers he was carrying and followed closely behind the master.

Nervously, he said, "Master, are you not going back tonight? The old master said that Ruby Collins would come and asked you to come back..."

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

The air became cold!

Apparently, Matthew's constant mention of the old master had angered Michael.

Michael cast a cold glance at Matthew.

"Is this the third time you've mentioned it? Matthew, are you my subordinate or his lapdog?"

His long sword-like eyebrows twitched in displeasure.

But they quickly disappeared, returning to his usual icy coldness.

The meaning behind his words was that he didn't want to hear it for a fourth time!

Matthew apologetically lowered his head. It seemed that the master was not going to return tonight.

"I'm sorry, Master. I spoke out of turn."

Having followed Michael for many years, Matthew knew his temper well.

Whenever he thought of being scolded by the old master, Matthew's head would ache.

Michael's narrow phoenix eyes glanced at Matthew, who looked so miserable.

He then resumed his steps.

Until he walked up to the door of the presidential suite, his lips slightly curled as he said:

"If he comes to urge me again, just say I got drunk at today's dinner party."

Matthew straightened his back and finally showed a silly smile on his stern face.

He didn't expect his master to help him out.

"Yes, sir!" Matthew hurriedly took out the room card. "I'll open the door for you."

Click.

The heavy purple sandalwood door opened automatically.

The tall figure of Michael entered the room.

Matthew stood at the door, shivering and shrinking.

"Um, sir... Andrew asked me to remind you that he has completed sixth grade of elementary school this month... so, sir, you should let Andrew's pet out. You have kept it locked up for a month already..."

He was only five years old, and other kids haven't even entered elementary school yet.

But Andrew had already graduated from elementary school.

It was really the excellent bloodline inherited from the Johnson family.

Matthew deeply admired him.

Michael raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced at Matthew and his lips softened imperceptibly. "Is that so! That little kid knows how to blackmail me now?"

"Oh, no, Andrew would never dare to. It's just that the one-month deadline is up, and he asked me to remind you, sir..."

Matthew's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

In recent years, he had never been able to figure out the relationship between the master and young master Andrew.

He was afraid that saying the wrong thing would affect their father-son relationship.

Even though Matthew was talking about his own biological son, in the cold gaze of Michael, there was no emotion that could be discerned.

He just pursed his lips, nodded, and said, "Then let his pet out..."

Matthew was overjoyed, "Yes, I'll go do it right away..."

"Only half a day!" Michael coldly added two words. "Let him play for only half a day, and then put it back in."

Matthew forced a smile.

So demanding.

But he dared not go against the master's wishes.

"Yes, master! You rest, I'll take my leave."

Ah, poor young master Andrew.

His pet was also pitiful...

However, the most pitiful one was him. How was he going to explain to young master Andrew when he returned?

The door was closed.

In the luxurious presidential suite, it returned to silence.

Michael didn't turn on the lights.

In these years, he seemed to have gotten used to living in the darkness.

Even if the room was luxurious, it was all the same when the lights were turned off.

He changed his shoes and walked towards the bathroom while taking off his clothes.

With his naked, muscular body, he stepped into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower head.

Water flowed like a waterfall, washing over his entire body...

Perhaps he had drunk too much at the banquet, after Michael finished showering.

He darkened his way into the bedroom.

With nothing on his body, he lay down on the big bed.

He didn't notice anything unusual, just smelled a familiar yet distant fragrance...

The alcohol gradually stripped away his consciousness.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep...

In the deep late night.

"Mm... uh..."

A soft sound seemed to enter Michael's dream.

He suddenly gasped!

The rationality and calmness of many years were like a caged tiger released.

He suddenly opened his eyes -

Click!

The lights turned on!

A delicate and soft body, like a boneless mermaid, lazily entangled around his strong body.

This scene deeply pierced his profound pupils.

"Get out!"

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