Interstellar Era of Gossip

Chapter 83 [Nalun's Attitude]

He seemed to enjoy this kind of intimacy.

　　This was the first time Nalun had visited Linton Community in all these years. The community was located in a remote area, but it had a beautiful environment and the buildings were far apart, so the privacy of the residents could be greatly protected.

　　After working together for many years, they had a general understanding of each other's residences, and it only took a communication to find the exact location. Therefore, when Nalun stopped in front of a single-family villa, he was already very sure that this was Xerxes' private residence.

The villa is not big, only two stories high. Strictly speaking, it is not suitable for the owner's status, but for a single young man living alone, it is enough to live in.

　　Through the white fence, Nalun caught a glimpse of several sports cars parked in the garage in the backyard, and a dark light flashed in his eyes - even if he only saw a corner, it was enough for him to guess the origin of those cars - the latest heavyweight models launched by the Richil family.

　　The son of a sports car magnate has a life that is hard to envy.

　　Nalun retracted his gaze, clicked the lock, and entered the password. Soon, with a light "click", the door opened.

　　The entrance was right after he entered. He hesitated for a moment, bent down to choose a pair of cotton slippers, changed his dusty leather boots, and then walked in slowly.

　　There aren't many furnishings in the Xerxes' house. Apart from some essential daily necessities, the rest are probably decorations included in the fine decoration package.

　　A few dark coats were casually placed on the sofa in the living room, and a plate of food scraps was placed on the coffee table. The traces of Xerxes' life were everywhere.

　　Various clues vaguely reveal the unknown side behind this seemingly glamorous imperial idol.

　　Nalun looked around curiously, his eyes noticed the wooden stairs not far away, and he hesitated whether to raise his voice to tell someone. But shouting loudly would be a bit rude for him.

　　Finally, he frowned, moved the suspicious socks off the sofa, and decided to sit in the empty seat and wait for the owner of the house to come out to greet him.

　　Xerxes checked himself in the mirror again and again, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he left the room. When he walked down the stairs, he had already seen the figure in the living room, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up. He touched the watch on his hand and quickened his pace.

　　"Baby, you're here."

　　The rising tail tone seems to be spinning.

　　Marshal Cels Monte, who was dressed so well that he could attend Congress immediately and give a speech in front of the people of the whole country, exuded strong hormones.

　　Nalun straightened his back and nodded slightly: "I happened to be handling something nearby, so I stopped by to take a look."

　　Xerxes tugged at his tie naturally—Mrs. Richer once said that the way a man tugged at his tie was fascinating—and just as he was about to sit next to him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

　　Pilling unwashed socks, days-old food, and messy coats...

　　"Ahem." The marshal, who was so obsessed with dressing himself up that he neglected other important factors, started a topic with a guilty conscience: "Is this place okay?"