"Young Master Yakov, your coffee." The butler stepped forward, placing a cup of freshly ground coffee in front of Chad.
"Brother, I want to drink." As soon as Isla saw the coffee in his hand, she immediately lifted her little head, opening her mouth to try it.
"You can't drink it." Chad furrowed his brows, speaking softly.
Seeing the little girl interested, he carried the coffee and walked towards the restaurant's exit.
Just as he reached the living room sofa, ready to sit down, the security guard walked in.
"Young Master Yakov, there's a guest here, says there's an urgent matter for you."
"Looking for me?" As soon as Chad heard someone was looking for him, he hastily put down the coffee cup and turned to run upstairs.
"I'm not seeing guests; whoever it is, say I'm not here..."
"Young Master Yakov, it's not Young Master Yale looking for you, it's Young Master Rivers!" The security guard quickly added, seeing him make his escape.
