Although Howard was quite averse to assassins who lurk in the shadows, he couldn't deny that Antalya's advice had its merits.
Trying something new wasn't necessarily a bad idea.
"Howard, up so early again... Are you striving for greatness?"
Jelia's voice carried through the air, prompting Howard to sigh, "How many times have I told you? Call me 'brother' or 'boss,' not by my name directly. It's impolite!"
In the past, those who dared to address him by name, even if he didn't mind, might still end up in trouble with his followers.
"Howard is Howard. Why should we use those strange titles? Do you have some peculiar habits, Howard?"
Jelia struggled to push the window open, using both hands and feet to clumsily climb through it.
Due to her low blood pressure in the morning, her movements were shaky, looking like she might fall at any moment.
Howard stood up to give Jelia a hand, setting her down on the ground and patting her head.
