Chapter 266

The same was true for Roderick and Jacob.

Without heroic wisdom, what kind of hero could one be?

Roger didn't care about such matters. He was only concerned about the young master's safety.

After opening the car door for Jonathan, Roger took his place in the driver's seat and checked the time, asking: "Shall we go for dinner now?"

"What time is it?" Jonathan inquired.

"It's ten minutes to seven in the evening, Young Master. What do you say?"

Jonathan crossed his legs and instructed: "Head to the Metal Hotel."

"Understood!"

***

As it approached seven o'clock, the streetlights illuminated the area.

Zorion had humbled himself as much as possible. Yet, the Jerry Media Company was more potent than his Win'X culture, and it controlled the propaganda in the southwest, maintaining extensive connections in the capital. Clinton no longer pretended to be o