Chapter 964

Robert's villa. With Rachel gone, Robert wasn't even pretending anymore. He handed over the company reins to his team and just went full couch potato at home. Vilma had just finished making lunch, glaring at him in frustration. Why wasn't he leaving the house to work? Carl had told her to keep tabs on Robert, maybe find an excuse to bring him lunch at the office so she could dig up something juicy about his business deals... and maybe more. But just cooking day after day? Vilma felt like her talents were going to waste. So she threw in a backhanded comment. "Boss, you slacking off every day like this—kind of tragic, don't you think?" Robert took a sip of the coffee she brewed, instantly frowning. "What kind of coffee is this?" He always made sure his assistant stocked only the highest-end imports. This tasted... off. "It's good stuff! Big brand." Vilma replied with a slight eye-roll. Robert rubbed his temples. "Ever heard of working from home?" Vilma paused. Fair—he did spend hours hol