An Easy Request (Continued)

Amber stood right outside the door.

He immediately put on a different face and asked frivolously, "How many died?"

"Stop pretending."

Amber's expression was somewhat strange.

"With your level of control over your power, if you had truly attacked, would there have been anyone left alive inside? Thirty-two people: seventeen lightly injured and fifteen seriously injured. Two of them were permanently disfigured by you."

"That's pretty good... I didn't like the look of them the moment I went in."

Zhao Bai smiled brilliantly.

Looking at Zhao Bai in this state, Amber did not know what to say. He had clearly lost his memory, and she was hesitating over whether to tell him what had happened in the rain last night.

Better not.

A man crying like a child in his girlfriend's arms was far too embarrassing.

Heh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Bai asked suspiciously, his gaze sweeping Amber up and down as though wondering what secret she was hiding.

"Nothing. I merely thought of something pleasant."

"What pleasant thing?"

Zhao Bai pressed further, but Amber answered without revealing a flaw. "It is a private matter entirely unrelated to you, my lord. Although Lord Zhao is currently my employer, that arrangement has a time limit. It would be best not to ask further."

"Fine..."

That was truly rare. Zhao Bai had thought Amber was the sort of service robot who meekly accepted everything, but she clearly was not. She had considerations of her own.

The aftereffects of the hangover began to show.

His head hurt, and the weakness in every muscle left him unable to exert any strength, as if his very soul had been drained away.

This was France, so the hotel's signature dishes were naturally world-renowned French dishes. Amber brought Zhao Bai to the restaurant, where