Norris Moore gave a slight smile, "Good morning, Ava."
"Today's breakfast is century egg porridge. Sister Moore, would you like anything else?"
"No, thank you. This is enough."
Ava paused for a moment and asked again, "Mr. Smith hasn't gotten up yet, should I prepare a breakfast for him?"
Norris Moore was taken aback: "He isn't up yet?"
She looked up towards the courtyard and indeed saw the Bentley, parked by Trenton Smith the previous night.
Frowning slightly, Norris Moore whispered to Ava, "I'll go wake him."
Trenton Smith was always very punctual, the man had developed a beast-like daily routine. No matter how late he slept, he always woke up on time in the morning.
Today it was almost eight, and he still hadn't emerged from his room. Either he was playing hooky, which thanks to his thick skin was easy for him, or...
Norris Moore's pupils darkened as she pushed open the door to the bedroom next door.
