Half an hour later, Connor finished his routine patrol, leaving the other bodyguards to continue guarding the perimeter of Harry Hunter's villa, while he went home for a meal.
The dining table was set with porridge and a few simple dishes. Natalie Niles, dressed neatly, sat at the table waiting for him.
Connor felt for a moment that this was what married life would be like.
He sat down, took a sip of the porridge, and then asked, "You're not drugging me, are you?"
Natalie took the bowl from his hand and drank two sips. "Does this prove anything?"
"Not necessarily; you're ruthless enough to scam even yourself."
Anyway, Connor couldn't casually throw thirty million for others to spend.
"Johan will be coming down shortly to drink this porridge too; I won't drug him."
"Not necessarily; you're ruthless enough to collide with your own brother."
Natalie laughed in annoyance, "I got up early to make you breakfast; shouldn't you at least say thank you to me first?"
"Thank you."
