The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

I tilted my head and giggled. "His name is Soren Kenway! It sounds… like the coolest name ever, right? You don't know him… Don't know him… He's… very low-key… Very mysterious...""Interesting. I happen to know that guy." The man smiled and rose to his feet, lifting me by the arm. "Come on. I'll get you home.""Who? You? Why? Did Jean send you? Man, how much money did she spend hiring you boys? You're late, though. Very… late… Party's over, pal!""I wasn't hired by Miss Valentine.""Then… who?"His phone rang. With his free hand, he answered it. "Hello, are you sure you're not drunk? Sure? Who are you leaving with?"Alright. Understood. Yes. I found her."My brain was too foggy from the alcohol to piece anything together. I didn't notice anything odd in his conversation…My knees buckled, and I couldn't lift my feet. I could only lean against his body for support as he tried to help me walk.We hardly made it more than a few steps before he stopped.Here's what happened: I dra

"W-Why do you keep trying to get close to me? What's your ulterior motive? Are you… Are you aiming for my organs?! My heart or lungs, or even… my super rare blood?!"My vision blurred, but I could feel Soren freeze, an amused grimace on his face.After a long pause, he finally spoke in a tone of disbelief. "What did you take me for? An organ dealer on the black market?""M-Maybe! How am I… supposed to know for real? You're… not normal! Your mom's not normal! You guys are just… so overtly nice to me for no reason. How’s a girl supposed to feel safe with some strangers' unconditional niceness?"I shook my head and waved my hand. "Man, I'm scared!""So you think we're nice to you because we somehow want your organs and blood? Is that why you suddenly put distance between us?"I collapsed onto the couch. "N-Not… Not just that… It's you… You're too good at hypnotizing people… You're dangerous!"Soren smiled lovingly. "What did I do to earn that label? You're the one who tried to forc

I could not believe it. The handwriting… The signature… I had seen them on the agreement he signed!How did he find me yesterday? Why did he drive me home? When did he leave?And what about the cuddles? The hugs? The kisses?Did those really happen?How could a man of the highest status—who had been served all his life—lower himself to cook in a small rented unit, making chicken soup?I was utterly baffled. I rushed to the pot and opened it. The soup was still warm. In another pot, the shredded chicken and vegetables remained warm as well.I held my forehead with my hand and stared at the soup in disbelief. What happened last night?!After finally recovering from my shock, I called Jean to ask her what had happened.Jean sounded exhausted, obviously still nursing a hangover. "How should I know? I heard that I was basically carried into a car by two people… Did you forget what happened?""Yeah.""Who cares? As long as you're home safe, what's the worry?" she mumbled, before su

Edward had a cake in one hand and a bag in the other as he walked toward the dining room.He smiled. "Happy birthday, Tay. A cake and a bottle of champagne. I brought you some fruits and chocolates from overseas, Grandma Edna, Mrs. Zack." My grandmother and aunt exchanged an uneasy glance before the former smiled diplomatically. "Thank you, but I'm fine. These look like fine gifts for your own grandparents and parents, though."I sprang to my feet without any pretensions of politeness. "Why are you here? Did anyone invite you? I don't think so!""It's your birthday, Tay," he said gently."And it has nothing to do with an outsider like you! No one wants you here, so how about you respect that and leave?" I shot back, ordering Clara to show him out.Clara couldn't, of course.Edward knew he was in trouble, so he immediately tried to win my grandmother and aunt's approval. "Please, I know I've made a mistake. I know I was wrong. I won't do it again! Please, help me convince her to

I had been spending way too much time staring at that Patel Philippe lately.I thought Soren would call me. After all, this was an expensive luxury watch! But two days had passed, and he hadn't called about it once.I was starting to wonder if he had even realized it was missing. Did he have so many expensive watches that he couldn't even tell one was gone?When I checked the calendar, nearly time to go home, to plan my schedule for the next few days, I realized Lisbeth's birthday was the day after tomorrow. She had mentioned it when I took her measurements at the estate. I knew I was too low in status to be invited to her birthday party, but Lisbeth had been so kind to me… and her son had been a great help. I should repay them somehow, right? But should I give her the gift in person? I pondered my options and decided that the best way would be through Soren. I could return his watch all in one go, too.-The next day, after much consideration, I picked out a perfect gift