Burada spent the night in the Wax Bath, and the injuries on his body had basically healed.
When he climbed out of the tub, he was amazed that Charlotte Doyle actually possessed something so miraculous—even his brother had been restored.
After all, that thing had come within a hair's breadth of being bitten clean off by that damned Malinois. The Wax Bath's healing ability was truly insane.
This thing was a real treasure, especially for people in their line of work. It was just too powerful.
If there were a recovery room like this in the hotel, wouldn't Assassins from all over the world come to stay? Wouldn't the customer flow and business be explosively good?
After all, even with bulletproof vests, no one could guarantee they would never get hurt.
But when he thought of what he had gone through yesterday, Burada shuddered, then gritted his teeth and said, "Sophia!"
Burada got dressed and walked out. Seeing Charlotte Doyle in the living room, a smile immediately spread across his face, and he enthusiastically opened his arms to hug Charlotte.
"Thank you, Charlotte. You saved my life."
Although Charlotte had not saved his life, the help he had given him was no less than a life-saving grace—in fact, it was even greater.
After all, as a man, and as the one in charge of the Monaco Continental Hotel, losing that thing was sometimes even harder to accept than losing one's life.
After giving Charlotte a simple hug, Burada said, "I owe you a favor. Charlotte, tell me what you need me to do."
"Or I can give you one of my Blood Pact Badges!"
At that moment, Burada wore a sincere smile on his face as he looked at Charlotte earnestly.
Charlotte smiled and did not refuse Burada's goodwill. He