Rich and Powerful Second-Generation Heir

At that moment, Arthur was just like the protagonist of one of those over-the-top novels—owning tens of thousands of maids and lazily waking up on a two-hundred-square-meter bed.

But that was merely a scene found in novels. In reality, even a family at the peak of power like the Russell Family had only a hundred or so maids.

These two maids were simply unlucky today—they had been assigned to wake the young master.

.

"Uh..."

Feeling someone nudging him, Arthur, still sound asleep, could not help showing a trace of displeasure.

But he did not seem to suffer from a bad temper upon waking. He merely pulled the thin blanket over his head and mumbled:

"Didn't I tell you... let me sleep a little longer... Wake me up after nine..."

"Young Master..." Hearing Arthur's words, the maid who had reached out to nudge him said helplessly:

"It's already almost nine twenty..."

"Ah... I know... It's only nine twenty... Just... wait?! Nine—twenty?! It's nine twenty already!!!"

At first, Arthur muttered indifferently. But after hearing the maid repeat the time, he suddenly sat up from under the covers.

Arthur did not like sleeping in pajamas. He preferred sleeping naked...

Naked except for his underwear.

"..." (x2)

Upon seeing Arthur's upper body—which was not particularly muscular, but perfectly proportioned—the two maids' cheeks flushed faintly.

Arthur, still shocked, also came back to his senses. He sighed and lay back down on the bed, then raised his left hand to cover his forehead and muttered to himself:

"Ugh... It's all that 'FuckoffCult' guy's fault. He insisted that I team up with him to push for Grand Earth... Damn, we played until four in the morning...

"I really don't know where that guy gets all his energy. He controls four characters by himself, and every single