Henry Lester left.
After staring at Yara Quillan for a full five minutes, he finally walked out the door.
'If Silver Fox doesn't make a move,' Yara thought, 'I'd really like to move out.' Henry Lester couldn't look after her forever. Besides, whenever she faced him, she always felt an awkward sense of inferiority. Of course, that was all assuming she actually had the money to rent a place.
After washing the dishes, she cleaned the villa from top to bottom. When she reached Henry Lester's bedroom door, she hesitated for a moment before pushing it. Just as she'd expected, the door was unlocked.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. An aura of pure black washed over her. The room was spartan, without even a television. There was just a large rosewood wardrobe and a king-size bed placed in the center of the room. In front of the bed sat a black laptop.
