"How did you end up here?"
As soon as he got inside, Diana couldn't help but ask.
"It's boss's order." Mitbahl hurried over to the nearby table, poured himself a glass of water anxiously, and then chugged down most of the bottle with a series of gulps.
"Boss knew you were in danger the last time, so he had me come over to protect you."
While speaking, Mitbahl peeled a small orange by his side and popped segments into his mouth one by one.
"John doesn't trust Misoup's strength?"
"No, but Boss doesn't trust Misoup's intelligence!"
Clutching a mouthful of oranges, Mitbahl casually grabbed the milk beside him and took a sip.
After finishing, he looked around and his gaze landed on a piece of chocolate on the bedside table.
Diana finally sensed something was off, "Did you come here to
