The morning light outside was a bit hazy as he gently opened the balcony door and stepped outside.
The first thing he saw was Shirley Grant standing next door.
Shirley didn't expect Andrew Davidson to appear, and she was startled.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
During this period of interaction, Shirley had already let go of her initial strong wariness.
Andrew was a very lonely person, rarely confiding in others. As a member of the Mafia, he didn't have any friends at all.
Although he kept her imprisoned here, she was actually quite free in this place.
Andrew treated her well too.
Later, she learned from a maid that this place was the safest in all of Sicily.
Being kept here was actually a form of protection.
"No, I was about to wake up anyway."
Andrew smiled slightly, looking up into the distance.
"Why drink wine?"
Last night, he returned a bit late, and when he came back around dawn, the butler told him Shirley had taken a few bottles of wine upstairs.
