Simmons's patience had finally run out. He immediately turned to the two subordinates behind him and said coldly in a deep voice.
"Break down the door!"
But just as the two agents reached the door and braced themselves to ram it open, the tightly shut door suddenly opened on its own.
The two men, already striking their poses, could not help looking at each other. Luckily, they had not put any force into it yet, or they might have thrown out their backs!
They then turned to look at Simmons. With a grim expression, Simmons stared at the open door for a moment before shoving past them and striding inside.
The two agents who had been pushed aside exchanged a glance, shrugged, and followed Simmons in.
The moment Simmons entered, he saw Chen Mo in the living room, standing before the table with a coffee pot in hand, leisurely pouring coffee into a cup.
His brows furrowed even deeper, but just as he was about to speak, Chen Mo beat him to it.
"Wait until I finish my coffee before we talk!"
As he spoke, Chen Mo set down the coffee pot, picked up the cup, and slowly walked over to the sofa. He sat down, leaned back comfortably, crossed one leg over the other, and began drinking his coffee as though no one else were there.
Under the influence of the old butler Albert, Chen Mo had long developed the habit of having a cup of coffee every morning. Usually, someone prepared it for him, but now that he was alone, he could only brew it himself.
Although the coffee Chen Mo brewed himself was still a little inferior to Old Albert's, it was far better than anything from an ordinary coffee shop. Before long, a rich and enticing