Chapter 283: They're All Scapegoats

Robin Stewart was a bit excited, and she couldn't help but knock on Noah Clarke's study door. After a while, Noah tiredly opened the door of his bedroom across the hall. "In here."

"You said it could be done in a day, and you did it." Robin, wearing a large white knit sweater, clasped her hands behind her back, her voice slightly trembling.

"Was it just for that? All the credit goes to Boss Chadwick." Noah yawned, his usually handsome image nowhere to be found.

"Boss Chadwick and Monica Baldwin have gone to France. I saw the news last night. Even if Boss Chadwick did most of the work, if you hadn't been in control, this wouldn't have been so successful, right?"

"Basically, that's the case." Noah, too lazy to talk, pulled on his boxers and went back to bed. "If it's possible, make breakfast for my daughter. I haven't slept all night and am very tired. Make sure to close the door when you leave."

Robin looked down at her shoes then asked reluctantly, "Why did you do this again?"