"Alright, Mr. Philemon. If there's nothing else, I'll be heading out." Sherry felt uneasy staying in such a small rental apartment with Dylan. The conversation she'd just tried to start had fizzled out, and this was really none of her business anyway.
Dylan smiled, "Since you're already here, why rush? I'm moving, and as my personal assistant, it's time you start getting to work. Help me pack up everything in this place. Later, we'll send it all to my new residence."
After he spoke, Dylan walked over to the window and reclined on the lounge chair. He'd never experienced this kind of comfort before. In the past, Helen would be the one lying here, watching TV shows or scrolling through her phone, while he either fetched water for her or massaged her legs. He'd lived like a servant.
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