Bradley, holding his ss, said simply, "I have a high tolerance."


    Eddie blinked. "Huh? Since when?"


    Bradley didn''t respond.


    Cameron raised her ss again. "Eddie, I should thank you too."


    Eddie sprang up cheerfully. "No need for formalities between bros."


    Bradley frowned, “Just a sip, Cameron. He didn''t contribute much anyway."


    Eddie nearly choked on his wine. He thought, ''What? I didn''t contribute much? I literally scouted every property in Viremont!''


    Cameron held back herughter.


    Eddie waved a hand. "Fine. Just a sip."


    Cameron took a sip before putting her ss on the table.


    The next second, Bradley took it away. "No more for you."


    Eddie rolled his eyes. "Brad, Cam is your ssmate, not your girlfriend. Since when are you his keeper?"


    Bradley snorted, "I brought him. That makes him my responsibility."


    Swirling his wine, Eddie smirked. "Drinking alone is boring. Join me, Brad?"


    "Not good with alcohol." Bradley deadpanned.


    Eddie''s jaw dropped. "Seriously? Weren''t you just bragging about your tolerance?"


    Bradley shrugged. "I didn''t."


    Cameron bit back augh. She hadn''t expected Bradley to have this yful side.


    Bradley turned to Cameron. "Try these dishes. You''lle here often. Let me know if there''s anything you need."


    Cameron nodded and picked up her fork, taking a bite of the braisedmb chop. "It tastes great."


    “I''m d you like it, Mr. Wace,” the chef smiled warmly. This job was definitely


    secure.


    After dinner, the caretakers led Pearl to take a bath and then into its private room.


    Cameron followed to take a look. It was a jungle-themed room,plete with an artificial starlight ceiling. Pearlyzily on the grass, already half... asleep.


    Cameron quietly closed the door and turned to Bradley. "Brad, this is basically paradise for Pearl."


    Bradley nodded. "Pearl will like it. You don''t need to worry about anything else." Cameron smiled, "Yeah."


    Bradley gestured toward the hallway. "Let me show you to your room."


    Eddie lounged against the wall with a yawn. "What about my room tour? I''m sleepy."


    "Pick any guest room, Bradley replied without turning.


    Eddie shook his head, murmuring, "Traitor. Am I still your brother?"


    Bradley led Cameron to the second floor and pushed open the door of the master suite. "It''s your room."


    Cameron raised an eyebrow. "This is the master suite?"


    "Yeah," Bradley said. "I live on the third floor, right above you. Sameyout."


    Cameron hesitated. “Brad, I can just take a guest room."


    "You rented this house for 300 thousand dors a year," Bradley said tly. "It


    wouldn''t make sense to put you in a guest room."


    Cameron looked at him. “But I haven''t even paid yet."


    Bradley met her gaze. "Then write an IOU."


    Cameron sighed.


    "It''ste," Bradley said. "Take a shower and get some rest. See you tomorrow."


    With that, he gently nudged her inside.


    Cameron gave a resigned smile. "Good night, Brad."


    "Good night." Bradley nodded.


    Cameron closed the door. After a brief pause, she locked it from the inside.


    Turning around, she looked around at the luxurious bedroom. She thought, ''No wonder it costs so much. This room is extravagantly decorated. Even the paintings on the walls date back centuries-priceless pieces by masters.''