-Chapter 215-
The first thing he did was loosen the knot he had put his hair in.
It was great because it kept the long dark brown locks out of his face, but the downside was his scalp getting sore.
And he usually had to keep it tied while working, defiantly refusing to cut it shorter.
There was no reason to unpack because he doubted that he would be spending the night here.
So he just kept his overnight bag in a corner and gingerly got on the big bed, trying to go over his new plans.
There was little to go over though, because everything was heavily dependent on Master Davian.
Suddenly, dinner felt like an eternity away, and without Caspian's bubbly presence, it was difficult to remain optimistic.
Lake slowly relaxed further on the bed, laying down gradually over the course of an hour.
It was already mid-morning by the time he got to Mafia King Asher's mansion, so it was no surprise when lunch was rolling around again quickly.