917 Walking In Like He Owns The Place

Alex and Kary practically crashed into their bed, forgoing the shower before bed, as they were burnt out. Their bodies refused to go on for a single moment, given their consumption of mana, and the extended day they had gone through.

But instead of a restful sleep and well-deserved rest, the loud penthouse intercom, ringing nonstop, abruptly woke them up.

Alex groaned, realizing someone was ringing them from the front desk, and that they had been sleeping for less than two hours.

Kary was unresponsive as he turned to look at her, and he figured there was no point in waking her up. So he rolled out of bed, dragging his tired feet to the intercom screen in the guest bedroom.

He could have taken it in the master bedroom, but then he would have almost assuredly woken up Kary, and that was a big no-no.

"Yes?" he yawned, pressing the answer button.