Do not tell daniel

Chapter 90

A black Lamborghini screeches to halt in front of the king’s mansion.

Alfred climbed out of the car and walked inside the mansion with Andrew trailing behind him. They both looked so tired, especially Alfred.

He was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. He still couldn’t believe he had seen Daniel after all these years and he still had the gut to stand to his face after what he did to him.

He’s so disgusting. He hated him the most for that. He’s a murderer and would always remain one no matter how hard he tries to hide it, Alfred thought.

“Won’t you have dinner before going to bed?” Andrew asked Alfred who was about to climb down the stairs.

Alfred couldn’t even remember the last time he had eaten in this house. The last time he remembered they had no maid in the house as he had fired all of them. He turned to Andrew.

“Don’t give me that look. I can’t continue to sleep hungry every day. I hired a chef” Andrew said, putting on a pitiful look. Alfred stared at