The next day.
The sky was bright.
The new servant brought breakfast for Andrew.
But as soon as he entered the villa.
The servant was stunned.
He saw Andrew sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.
Cigarette butts littered the floor beneath his feet.
It seemed like he had been there all night.
His haggard face looked as if he had aged more than a decade.
It was likely that he had sat there the whole night without sleeping.
The servant, seeing this, didn't dare disturb Andrew and respectfully placed the breakfast on the coffee table in front of Andrew, then said, "Young Master Andrew, please have your breakfast!"
Andrew waved his hand, remaining silent and smoking his cigarette.
Seeing this, the servant wanted to get into Andrew's good graces.
After all, he had just joined the Krute family with no support.
If he could rely on Andrew, the future would surely be bright.
With that thought in mind.
