+Chapter 482+

Angelo half expected to be put to work as soon as he showed up, and not at all for Nikolai to be seated in front of a table of food, clearly waiting for him.

He slowed down at the sight, fitting the pieces together. "Did you call for me to eat breakfast?"

Nikolai's eyes glittered like blue diamonds at the sight of Angelo. He indulged the assassin's growing habit of outrightly disobeying him and at the same time was driven to impatience by his attitude, he was entertained by both of his reactions.

If he had known that Angelo was dressing up so good, he might have waited a little more patiently.

"Yes," He answered sagely to Angelo's question, looking at every inch of the assassin but his face.

Angelo deflated, walking over. He hadn't even thought about eating, bad habits were hard to break.