Chapter 541

Chapter 541:
“Myron,” he began, cradling the cat against his chest, “I’ve secured a place of my own and I’m planning to relocate soon. When do you think you’ll be ready to bring Ari and Millie here to stay?”
While Adriana had her own place, Jayceon had shared this mansion with Myron for years, a natural arrangement since he held the position of the youngest in their close-knit family.
Myron’s fingers found the sweet spot beneath Kiki’s chin, scratching gently as he considered his response. “That might require more time than we’d hoped. Millie still needs more preparation.”
Jayceon acknowledged this with a slow nod, though confusion flickered across his features.
“And how are matters progressing between you and Miss McCoy?” Myron inquired with studied casualness.
Jayceon’s head shook with immediate, almost frantic denial.
“Nothing exists between us—those are merely baseless rumors circulating without foundation,” he muttered, his words tumbling together in embarrassment.
Myron regarded him with a penetrating stare, allowed a knowing smile to curve his lips, and then chose to leave the subject unexplored.
Meanwhile, across the city in the hotel’s elegant lobby, Egbert had barely crossed the threshold when the desk clerk approached with professional courtesy. “Mr. Perez, you have someone waiting for your return upstairs.”
Egbert found this development peculiar. He wasn’t expecting anyone—who could possibly be seeking his company?
He acknowledged the information with a thoughtful nod and made his way to the elevator, his mind turning over possibilities.
Upon reaching his suite’s entrance, the mystery resolved itself—Babette stood waiting in the hallway.
Without making any move to unlock his door, Egbert addressed her directly,
“What pressing circumstances bring you to my doorstep at this hour?”
Babette rose gracefully from her waiting position—today, she had chosen her attire with particular care and strategic attention to detail.
She cradled an ornate decorative box in her manicured hands, lifting the lid to reveal an elegant bottle of deep red wine nestled within silk padding.
“I wanted to present you with this gift,” Babette explained, her voice carrying rehearsed warmth. “This vintage comes from my family’s private vineyard, and it holds special meaning for me. I hoped you might also appreciate its flavor.”
Egbert examined the wine with measured interest before accepting it from her outstretched hands.
“Very well, I’ll receive your offering,” he stated with formal politeness. “My gratitude for your thoughtfulness—you may depart now.”
He pivoted toward his door with decisive movement, key already positioned in his palm, preparing to disappear inside.
“Egbert.” Babette’s voice rang out with desperate urgency, stepping directly into his path to block his retreat.
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