Johnathan bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, Mr. Beckford."
Honey water?
Keith's lips curled into an enigmatic smile.
His girl was very picky and only drank mineral water flown in from mountain springs.
And Keith had been supporting this idiosyncrasy of hers, all this time.
Every glass of water she got was delivered by air.
Even if she lost her memory, she would be able to tell if she was drinking the right water.
But now, she wanted to drink honey water. He believed that it was definitely not because she was tired of it and wanted to drink something else.
She must feel that honey water was more troublesome to make so it could hold up Johnathan for more time.
Johnathan looked at the horrifying smile on Keith's face and was very nervous.
He asked cautiously, "Mr. Beckford, is there anything wrong?"
"No."
