Though Yaacob didn’t appear too suspicious and mostly felt trustworthy to Gerald, the man was still part of the organizer’s family. Since Gerald knew little about that family, he remained rightfully vigilant around Yaacob.

Regardless, since Yaacob followed Gerald all the way back to his room, Aiden—who had been lying on the couch—instantly got up before asking, “…Who’s this, then?”

“He’s just a friend I got to know. Regardless, ‘friend’, you won’t be staying with us, correct? After all, there are only three rooms and three beds here,” replied Gerald—who clearly didn’t want Aiden to know the whole story yet—as he turned to look at Yaacob.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll just go get another room!” said Yaacob as he shook his head, knowing that his mission was merely to keep a close eye on Gerald, not to be at his side at all times.

Either way, once Yaacob left, Gerald could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Pouring himself a glass of water, Gerald then asked, “Speaking of which,