Page 89 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

“That’s very convenient, being so close to work.”

“Yes,” she replied matter-of-factly, then handed me a piece of paper. “Here’s a list of numbers you can call for anything you might need. Dr. Liang is the building’s doctor, and he’s available 24/7 for medical issues—he can do house visits or send an ambulance if necessary. The fridge and pantry are stocked, but if you need anything else, you can call the housekeeping team. They’ll be happy to assist.”

“How do we get around?”

“I can drive you whenever possible.”

“We can just call an Uber or something.”

“We don’t have Uber in China, but you can use Didi. It’s pretty much the same thing. But honestly, you’re Mr. Li’s special guests from the United States, and I’m happy to help whenever possible.”

“It’s not your job to do that.”

Wendy tapped my shoulder and gestured upstairs before disappearing with Trevon.

Andy paused.

“Yes and no. My job is to take care of Mr. Li’s needs as best as I can. Right now, ensuring your well-being helps put his mind at ease while he deals with other matters.” Her voice trailed off slightly at the end.

“Well then, thank you. Truth is, I don’t know anyone here. It would be a huge help to have you around.”

“My pleasure. Now, are you hungry? I can order food or cook.”

“You can cook?”

Andy smiled. “Not well. But I can manage something simple like cup of noodles. Or I can get the chef up here.”

“Chef?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” I wanted to ask for more details, but my head was already spinning from all the information she had given me. “Will Kai come here when he finishes with the investigation?”

“That…” she hesitated. “This is Mr. Li’s preferred place to stay.”

“He has more than one home?”

Her gaze dipped before she looked back up. “Some nights, he stays at Mrs. Li’s house. That is still his official address.”

“Are you saying that he lives with his mother?” I laughed out loud. Despite the worries for him, I couldn’t help but find the image of Kai, a well-known womanizer, living with his mother absolutely hilarious.

“Yes, it’s our culture,” Andy said flatly. “Unmarried people live with their parents unless they move away for work. Sometimes, even married couples live with their parents.”

“I’m sorry for laughing. I actually knew that—my mother is half Chinese, and she tried to make me live with her,” I said, still suppressing a chuckle. The thought of Kai, of all people, in such traditional setup was just too amusing. “So, this place is more like his bachelor pad?”

“I… I don’t know what you mean.”

I gave her a sideway glance, trying to gauge whether she was genuinely that naive or just pretending. As Kai’s personal assistant, she had to be aware of his little obsession, his fondness for beautiful women. This had to be the place he brought them.

The doorbell rang and Andy hurried over to open it, letting in two young men who looked to be in their twenties. They greeted me politely before directing a few questions my way. After a brief discussion, we decided on traditional Shanghai home cooking.

While the cooks busied themselves in the kitchen, I sat at the dining table with Andy, who was clicking away on her laptop.

“What if I need help in the middle of the night and you’re not here?” I asked, though I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Still, it was best to be prepared.

“You can call me,” she replied without looking up.

“What if you don’t pick up?”