The faint scent of "food."
It was irresistible.
A smile couldn't help but curl up at the corners of Jason's mouth.
He, who had just finished his afternoon tea, definitely wouldn't mind starting a formal dinner right away.
The old butler, having already passed by Jason, didn't see his upturned lips as he carried out his duties.
The butler quickly walked up to the silver-white stretch car and knocked on the window.
Clang, clang.
"Sir, Mr. Jason has arrived," he said, following the knock.
"Hmm," came the response, neither light nor heavy, and the car door opened a crack.
The butler promptly opened the car door and turned, gesturing to Jason with his hand.
"Please," he said.
Jason nodded and got directly into the car.
Just like the exterior suggested, the inside of the car was quite spacious. With Jason's height and robust build, he could easily turn and sit comfortably even with his head bent forward.
Of course, what was more important was the luxury.
