Leon ended up cooking dinner himself.
Though he only used magic to make the kitchenware move on its own.
The Chinese food he made was still a hundred times better than Yelena's iron-pot flatbread.
—That was Sherry's assessment when she ate Yelena's charred fried rice last time.
That night, he had the bowls and chopsticks hop into the sink one after another to wash themselves.
Leon arranged rooms for Diana and Kara.
Then he went to find Natasha.
"Natasha, sorry for the trouble, but tomorrow I need you to help arrange identities and school enrollment for Diana and Kara. Diana wants to study history."
"No problem." Natasha nodded and approached Leon with a catlike gait, her full thighs wrapped in black stockings looking alluring under the lights.
She pressed a finger to Leon's chest and slid it downward.
Then she rose onto her toes and whispered into his ear, "But this is extra work. How are you calculating my pay, Leon... Boss?"
Leon paused, then gave her a smile that said they both understood. He lowered his head and voice.
"I'll pay you double, but you'd better bring Yelena along. Otherwise, you might not be able to carry away all that overtime pay."
Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly, a dreamy shimmer gathering in them.
"Sure, I'll go get her right—what's this?"
She had been half pressed against Leon when she suddenly became alert.
She dragged Leon back a step with her and shifted into a combat stance.
But her vigilance was useless.
A scarlet glow flickered into existence beneath Leon's feet, forming a circular magic array.
Both of them cried out in surprise at once.
"A magic array?"
"Again?"
Natasha looked up in confusion. "You know what this is?"
"It's Wanda. She's summoning me." Leon rubbed his forehead.
Could it