Chapitre 132: Be thankful it is not poisoned

Two hours later, Dion received a delivery and both he and Devon had accepted it outside the apartment. They stared at it in silence. Dion's face kept twitching while Devon's eyes were sparkling while clasping her hands.

"Sir, please sign these." Dion snapped back to reality when someone came to him with a form to sign. 

He let out a deep sigh, accepting the form reluctantly. "I said 'stop this madness', not fan the flames," he muttered while signing the form. 

"Are these real?" Dion glanced at Devon, who was asking the other delivery guy. "Really? They're real?"

Devon walked around the scooter, poking it a little. Just one touch and a bubble of excitement sparkled in her stomach. 

"How… can I take a look inside?" she asked, and the man she was asking nodded. Devon excitedly checked storage.