Chapter 62

Oliver shot her a glance, then confidently said, "Already taken care of." "When?" Elaine asked, clearly shocked. "Last night," Oliver replied casually. Elaine didn't doubt him for a second. He might still be just a sixteen-year-old brat, but when it came to skills, he was definitely legit. As long as he and Milton worked together, there wasn't a single place they couldn't sneak into. She raised an eyebrow, pretending to test him. "You snuck in here all by yourself?" "Yup," Oliver said, sticking his chin up proudly. Then, under Elaine's scrutinizing glare, he added reluctantly, "With the old perv's help." Elaine scoffed on purpose. "Thought so. I was wondering when you got that good." Oliver immediately glared at her sharply. "Ma'am, a little respect, please. I just saved your life." Elaine didn't even bother arguing about the "ma'am" thing anymore; she figured she'd just let him have his moment. But Oliver wasn't satisfied yet. He gave her another weird look and added with certainty, "