Chapter 109

Davis’s POV: Mr. Robinson lazily held a cigarette between his slender fingers, idly scrolling through the comments on his tablet, his ring finger gliding over the screen. His dark eyes swept across the lines, softening bit by bit the more he read. His thin lips lifted ever so slightly—clearly, his mood had lightened. I stood silently to the side, secretly watching my boss’s expression. That barely-there smile… yeah, completely giving off repressed romantic vibes. I finally understood... when a straight guy suddenly figures things out, the effect is actually kind of intense. For once, I felt like my assistant role was completely irrelevant tonight. This whole operation? 100% Mr. Robinson's own doing. Dude didn’t even need my advice. Then, the phone quietly resting on the coffee table buzzed. It was a call from Bruce. Mr. Robinson put down the tablet and tapped on speaker. “Bruce, any progress?” “Everett, your ex-wife might have messed with someone really dangerous. My buddy couldn’t dig