Durrell Landon glanced sideways at Charles Foote: "Since you're here, could you please drop me off at the hotel?"
"What, where's your driver?"
"On vacation."
Charles Foote: "..."
He said rather speechlessly: "So you're treating me as your driver now?"
Durrell Landon gave him a nonchalant glance: "You know I've transferred all my assets to her, so I'm out of money, and I'm also injured and can't drive. So I can only trouble you to take me to the hotel."
Charles Foote: "..."
For the first time, he realized Durrell Landon could actually joke, but he just couldn't laugh.
Sarcasm aside, he eventually drove him to the hotel, and before leaving, Durrell even had him pay for the suite.
In the end, he just looked at Durrell speechlessly.
...
The next day.
Early in the morning, Durrell Landon returned to Imperial View Manor. Seeing his young master return, the butler hurried to greet him.
"Young master, you're back."
