Chapter 368

At 8:30, William Turner was sitting in the dining room, having breakfast. Even after a night of indulgence, he still looked sharp and handsome. There was a faint trace of satisfaction on his face, though it wasn’t obvious at first glance. The housekeeper was tidying up the bathroom. A few minutes later, she stepped out holding something between her fingers, a look of mild surprise on her face. “Mr. Turner, do you still need this?” She figured William didn’t have a girlfriend, so her question came with certain implications. William barely glanced at it, calmly sipping his black coffee. “Wash it. Dry it.” The housekeeper was a bit puzzled but figured the owner of the item probably wasn’t just a random one-night stand. She obediently went to clean it. Meanwhile, William loosened his tie, clearly a bit restless. Pulling out his phone, he sent Chloe Grace a WeChat message: [You left a stocking at my place. Pick it up next time?] … Chloe was in a cab when her phone buzzed. She checked it. A