He suddenly leaned close to Avie Scarlet.
"I've just realized, you do have some smarts, don't you?" he said, half mocking and half teasing.
His words brushed against Avie Scarlet's earlobe, making her ears inexplicably turn red.
"You're mistaken," she said abruptly, her face turning cold again, "What I meant was that my father used to be a Secret Agent, so as his son, I could have access to many exceptionally effective medicines."
"Ah? The prince was a Secret Agent before?" Avie Scarlet asked in return.
Hank Clegg's personal information was strictly confidential.
Typically, only the high and mighty would know that he was from the Safety Bureau, previously with Interpol.
Jose nodded.
"Alright, I'm going to take a bath," he said, and then completely stripped off his bathrobe.
Avie Scarlet let out a startled cry.
She turned around and walked straight out of the bathroom.
"Stop right there!" Jose suddenly commanded, "Where do you think you're going?"
