Get Spoiled after Travelling into A Novel

Chapter 106 The Mushroom Blooms The sudden appearance of the Shadow Palace at the gala dinner in Halturia was definitely suspicious.

Oliver also figured this out naturally. He asked, "What do you needto do?" Leon replied, "It's simple. King and I will attend the gala dinner. You'd be there, too, but pretend not to know us. Act accordingly when the tcomes." "Got it." They had completed many missions together, so there was a basic level of tacit understanding among them. According to Leon's message, Oliver could roughly guess his plan.

Given the strict control over firearms in Halturia, they couldn't afford to openly use firearms, or it would cause them trouble. The Shadow Palace was no exception.

Thus, the only viable option was to solve the problem with money.

Meanwhile...

George carried Milly to his presidential suite.

The Tate Group owned this hotel. As per protocol, a presidential suite was always reserved for George in case he needed a place to stay during inspections.

He had a severe obsession with cleanliness, so he regularly cleaned and disinfected the suite to ensure it was ready for his arrival.

As he was about to use his fingerprint to open the door, the drunken Milly in his arms suddenly lifted her head. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him and asked, "Who... who are you?" George smiled and was clearly in a good mood. He looked at her and asked, "Who do you think I am?" Milly's head was foggy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make out his face.

Hmm, who is he? "I don't know who you are," she said sincerely, leaving George with nothing to argue against.

George didn't get angry. He simply said, "It's okay if you don't know now. You'll figure it out once you sober. up." Milly shook her head, making her look adorable. She said, "Okay- Once inside, George placed her on the sofa and gently instructed, “Sit here and stay put. I'll get you stea to help sober you up. Don't move, understand?" Milly nodded stupidly.

"Good girl" Chapter 106 The Mushroom Blooms.

"Milly? Where are you, Milly?" For the first time, George was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat. They were on the 21st floor! What if the little drunk climbed out the window? He was relieved to see no signs of anyone touching the windows: He finally found her by the potted plant in the corner of the living room.

She was squatting by the plant. Her eyes were misty, and she was holding a cushion over her head.

When he spotted her, George's heart settled back into place. He approached her, intending to carry her back to the sofa. However, she stepped back warily and looked at him with distrust.

"I'm a mushroom; I'm blooming. You can't pick me." George was puzzled. Haha! He was amused by her serious demeanour. Drunk Milly was too cute.

If he had time, he could watch her act like a mushroom all day long.

However, he felt distressed when he saw the fine sweat on her forehead. George said. "Even mushrooms need water and fertiliser to grow. Con, let's get you something to drink." Right on cue, Milly's stomach growled. She had spent the evening opposing George and hadn't eaten much. She wasn't stupid; she was just drunk. Hearing that there was food, she obediently followed George.

The hotel chef was efficient, and in no time, a table full of dishes was served.

Milly ate gracefully, even though she was starving and in a drunken state. She took her twith each bite, like a true lady of noble birth.

Although that was the truth; she was a noble lady.

But then he noticed the little drunk carefully wrapping a meatball in a napkin after eating one and slipping it into their pocket. They repeated this process with shrimp, eating one and then wrapping another to tuck into their pocket.

When she tried to do it with a gnocchi, George couldn't watch any longer. He grabbed her wrist and asked with a frown, "What are you doing? Just eat your food. Why are you putting it in your pocket?* Milly sniffled. Her voice filled with grievance as she explained, “I... I want to take it back for Chewy." "Chewy?" Milly nodded earnestly. “Yes, Chewy. Chewy is my best friend, "They're all mean. They calla b*stard without parents, throw stones at me, crush the flower baskets I painstakingly weave, and lockin a dark room without food.

"However, Chewy is willing to be my friend. He's very obedient and bites those who bully me, so I want to bring him good food." Chapter 106 The Mushroom Blooms She carefully wrapped a rib in a aukin and tucked it into her p George felt his heart twist painfully; even his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

She was the Burnetts only daughter and was supposed to be cherished and loved, not forced to survive so cautiously. Milly must be talking about her tat the orphanage when she was abandoned.

"You can wrap food, but not in your pocket. I'll get you a takeaway box. You can pack as much as you want.

His gentle tone made Milly happy. She obediently stopped packing her pockets.

"You're so nice." She looked at him with eyes full of trust.

George couldn't help but smile. He pinched her nose affectionately and said, "You think I'm xide when I offer think I'm you you a takeaway box? I've given you gifts before, but you never said something good about me." His words ctoo fast for Milly's drunk brain to process, and she stared at him blankly.

The more dazed she looked, the more George wanted to tease her.

"Milly. I'll give you ten takeaway boxes. How about that?" Milly nodded with a hazy look in her eyes. She said, "Okay." "If I'm such a good man, what will you call me?" George smiled. He watched her struggle to think but didn't help her, wanting to hear her true thoughts.

Be it taking advantage of her drunken state or using coercion, he wasn't a saint.

He was just a man seeking to satisfy his desires.

Milly racked her mind under his intense gaze. After a long time, she suddenly looked up at him with surprise; her eyes twinkled like the stars or perhaps sgems. "I'll call you Mother Teresa, the saviour!" George was speechless, B