Chapter 42: Mr. Beson, our game has begun.

On the way back home, Harry had his hands on the steering wheel, and the car resounded with the latest popular song. However, he had to admit that Edward’s car was very comfortable, with a pleasant atmosphere and all the amenities. “The possessions of the wealthy are indeed different,” Harry thought silently.

“Hey Edward, how do you feel about going home this time? Home is still the best, right? Even in the VIP room at the hospital, I felt suffocated,” Harry spoke up. Today, his “assistant” role involved quietly escorting “boss” Edward back home.

In response to Harry’s question, Edward just chuckled without replying. For him, being at home or in the hospital made little difference. He had spent twenty years in a rundown house, so now, “home” was just a place to sleep, to escape the sun and rain.

He took his phone out of his coat pocket and dialed Mr. Beson’s number. After a few rings, a hoarse voice came from the other end.

“Hello, what’s up, Edward?” Despite his extensive life experi