Chapter 252

"Miley, you're the only one who can help me," Edison pleaded. Miley's mood instantly lifted when she heard this. "I love hearing that." The next moment, he took the small whip from nearby and handed it to her. "Miley, I really like you." She extinguished her cigarette and gripped the whip, ready for another round of their twisted game. … Three days later, I woke up early, planning to spend the day at the orphanage, playing with the children while looking for new design inspiration. As I opened the guest room door to head out, I ran into Sophia, who had just exited the master bedroom. Her eyes briefly flashed with surprise before she asked, pretending to be casual, "Are you going out?" "Yeah," I answered indifferently and turned to head downstairs. Breakfast that morning was quite elaborate—scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, fresh croissants, tropical fruits, and rich coffee. I selected some croissants with a side of fruit. As I ate while browsing trending news, Sophia suddenly as