Chapter 140

"Yes. Nobody stays here so we don't make it a home." Slew of properties littered the whole US. Mikhail probably had remembered them like digits. He handled the tertiary necessities. Noah had too much on his plate-almost always, and Rhys was busy running his  web of spies. He wondered what she'd do if he told her she had also been spied upon, both of them, when they entered New York.  

The room was average. A vintage bar stool below the french windows leading to kitchen garden. But it was all smooth lawn, cut grass.

"So you pay someone to mow your lawn?" He was grateful she was talking but her small talk was terrible. Of course someone was being paid. She spinned a few times, then pointed at the ceiling when she saw no staircase.

When he didn't answer, she shrugged and picke