Morning.
Behind the breakfast cafe.
Len Hawthorne leans against the wall, his long legs slightly bent.
Despite lazily leaning against the wall, his posture remains upright.
The girl beside him quietly eats her breakfast, showing no interest in the evildoer beside her.
If it were any other girl, she'd have been staring at him with starry eyes like a hungry wolf by now, but not her. She's always so cold that she doesn't seem like a normal person.
"The Taylor Family contacted your grandfather yesterday."
The girl pauses for a moment during her breakfast and finally glances at the evildoer. He is satisfied, a corner of his mouth lifts into a bewitching smile.
Having only glanced at him, Chloe goes back to focusing on her churros.
"Don't you want to know how she threatened your grandfather into doing research?"
"No."