Chapter 875: Chapter 865. Fries War
The Incubus System Chapter 865. Fries War
Nathan breezed through my house. My house, though modest, played host to a brief scrutiny that barely lasted five minutes. Every nook and cranny, from the living room to the bathroom,
The only thing that seemed to draw a frown was my sizable bed. It wasn’t the standard single bed. It designed for more than just one occupant.
I could sense the unspoken question in Nathan’s eyes.
In response, I offered a quick justification. "It’s not just for me. My pets occasionally share the space, and my sleeping position can get a bit--- chaos. So, I figured a bigger bed would do the trick," I explained.
However, his response was subdued, minimal. A nod, perhaps acknowledging my explanation, but his focus remained. Nathan’s motives seemed more inclined towards satisfying his own curiosity rather than fulfilling any specific order.
Nathan left without a word.
Closing the door, I took a moment to collect my thoughts before reaching out to Foxy through our telepathic link.
’He is gone. You can bring Jill back, Foxy,’ I relayed the message.
’Okay,’ Foxy’s voice echoed in my mind.
I turned to face Celia, who wore a slight frown.
"Why did he suddenly come?" she huffed, her irritation was clear.
I shrugged in response.
"Maybe he thought I had something to do with the previous attack. The organization already put their eyes on me anyway," I explained, strolling back to the sofa. I stole a bite of the fried fries.
Celia’s expression soured, a playful pout forming on her lips. "Hey, that’s mine," she complained.
I shot her a mischievous grin, snagging a handful of her French fries. "Now it is mine," I declared triumphantly, an annoying smirk on my face.
The subtle creaking of the staircase signaled Foxy’s arrival. Foxy and Jill descended from the second floor.
Jill’s eyes locked onto the plate of fries in my hand. "Noo... my fries," she whined.
Without missing a beat, she joined the food battle.
The living room transformed into a chaotic battlefield of laughter and playful protests.
"Alright, enough of this. Let’s see if there are any survivors in the kitchen," Celia declared with a laugh.
The duo left me sprawled on the sofa.
Then, Foxy came and perched on the floor, her furry tails swaying as she faced me.
"It seems Mrs. Clea will be late to pick up Jill tonight," Foxy dropped the bombshell.
I shifted my gaze lazily from my prone position on the sofa, one eye peering at Foxy. "What happened?"
"She is still busy taking care of the incident. They’re still in the park," Foxy elaborated.
"I see..." I mumbled.
My gaze drifted to the ceiling. The mental gears started turning, contemplating the logistics of Jill’s transportation conundrum. A fleeting thought whispered in my mind... perhaps I should request Mrs. Clea to handle the pickup in the morning.
"Also, I heard they might kidnap you tomorrow," Foxy dropped another bombshell.
’Ah, that incident certainly makes them even more impatient to create new soldiers,’ I pondered.
’The sooner you get Jill out from here, the better,’ I acknowledged.
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