Carl seemed to have seen through James's thoughts. He twirled a bead between his fingers, his entire demeanor cold and restrained: "Order them, and have them sent to ClearWater Alley."
"Oh! Are you ordering for the little doctor?" James thought to himself that it was fine, nothing too special, especially since Young Master and the little doctor shared a bond of life-and-death friendship.
However, Carl then added: "Make sure the label says 'Boyfriend'."
"What?!" James almost dropped to his knees.
Mr. Jenkins remained indifferent, his lips slightly parted as he spoke carelessly: "With your tolerance, how could you be an undercover agent for the Old Master?"
James: *...* Being an undercover agent? That’s not something he’d want. He really couldn't figure out Mr. Jenkins. Oh, th
