Klein woke up with a blank expression.
"Alice," he called out to Alice with hollow eyes and mixed feelings, "what were you thinking?"
Alice thought for a moment, then turned to look at Klein seriously.
"I think He should have listened to me finish. I'd only just begun..."
Klein fell silent for a moment, pinched his brow, and gave up trying to reason with her. He said helplessly, "Should I be glad that you still remember I'm Admiral Emlyn...?"
Alice waved her hand. "Probably not. You paid me, after all."
After looking at the magnanimous Alice for several seconds, Klein reached out and mercilessly knocked her on the head.
Alice looked at him in surprise. Before she could gather tears in her eyes, Klein interrupted her act.
"Stop acting. I really don't think I could hurt you."
Alice had no choice but to swallow back the words that had reached her lips. Only after glaring at him did she ask, "Are you going back to sleep?"
Klein glanced at the sky, shook his head, and resumed his "work."
After staring at Klein for over ten seconds, Alice lay down on the table and went to sleep.
Once it was properly light outside, Klein reached out and woke Alice, signaling for her to hurry up and return the chair she had stolen.
A while later, Cynthia indeed came to the study. With Cynthia attending to him, Klein changed his clothes and headed to the dining room.
As Klein sat before the dining table and picked up the pristine silverware, his gaze fell upon the exquisite cabinet of tableware in the corner of the dining room.
It displayed all kinds of porcelain and crystal wine glasses, gleaming beneath the lights, every ray of brilliance radiating the mystery of money.
Klein reluctantly