Maverick Knight glanced at Miles Morgan casually, letting out a low sound from his throat, "Hmm."
Miles Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, geez, he almost spoke too quickly just now. Luckily, Third Master didn't say anything. Indeed, Aurora Blaine is the future Third Young Madam!
Maverick Knight stood up, throwing a sentence at Jace Pierce, "Won't disturb your existential crisis."
"Start calculating from next month?" Jace Pierce asked.
They rotate monthly. This month it's Jace Pierce's turn to handle affairs, next month it's Maverick Knight's turn.
But he lost the bet on a whole year's workload.
Maverick Knight responded leisurely, "No rush, let's owe it first."
No matter how Jace Pierce listened, it felt like a trap. Don't come at me with this!
Want to save it for a future honeymoon and go have a good time?
"Next month, you continue," Maverick Knight said.
"What do you mean?"
Wasn't it said to owe it first?
