Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Is he here to visit me?

When Davin saw that Kyle refused to face him, he decided to brew a pot of tea and nag at him slowly.

The moment he exited the room, there was a click and the door was locked.

Davin simply chuckled. I have the spare key, my dear nephew. Lock the door for all I care!

He laughed as he imagined the look on Kyle’s face when he reentered the room holding a pot of tea.

Davin decided to confront Kyle in this manner and felt that he would eventually get through to him.

“Butler, brew me a pot of tea!”

“As you wish, Mr. Seet.”

When he reentered the room, he saw “Kyle” buttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing, Kyle? Are you preparing to strip and go to bed?”

“Uncle, I was simply changing clothes. Then again, I won’t be going out, so I guess it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing.”

Uncle?

here, was he? He looked as though I owed him eighty million earlier and

Davin was perplexed.

climbed in from the window and explained his intentions to Kyle. As they exchanged clothes, before he could even button up, they heard footsteps, followed by the opening of the

gave Davin

Davin was staring at him in amazement. We’ve already

said, “Uncle, the tea is going

to him picking a fight with me earlier? Why is he treating me so warmly and

started to beat

“Kyle,

like the stars and he nodded innocently,

a hand on his forehead.

darkened and he connected the dots. That must be it! Kyle’s schizophrenia must be acting

“Uncle, what’s wrong?”

Davin

vanished without a trace

better come back! Something’s up with

“What’s wrong?”