Watson's villa wouldn't be quiet until the night.
He was now a very famous man. During the day, there would be all kinds of media waiting outside to talk to him.
Of course, Watson observed and found that there were also some mixed people among the media.
But Watson hadn't found out what these people wanted to do for the time being.
He didn't expect it to be black on Friday night.
As the poetry said, it was a black Friday.
As usual, Watson dragged his tired body to open the door.
The nanny had already prepared the dinner and put it in the heater. Before she left, she called Watson.
As long as he opened the heater, he could immediately take out the delicious food he liked and gulp down the beer.
Watson touched his belly and felt hungry.
He took off his coat and changed into comfortable home wear. He walked to the fridge and took out a can of ice beer.
He opened it, took a sip, and then put the food on the tea table.