[Tokyo, Japan, 3:15 PM]
In the next day, the sound of the bedroom's door getting slammed open shocked the maids who were seen setting meals on the dinner table.
"Ah! I-I'm so sorry! I'm a bit late! I have to pick up my daughter now!" The blond bowed his head and apologized clumsily, making the assistants even more nervous because he was literally the owner of the luxurious penthouse where they worked.
"Sir, you don't need to apologize! Please pardon us for not being able to wake you up—" before the assistant could finish his sentence, however, the figure had rushed out of the penthouse with the guards.
Once silence returned among them, the two assistants heaved a deep sigh and shook their heads, giggling on their way to the kitchen. "Unbelievable. Sometimes I refuse to believe that someone like him still exists in today's world! For God's sake... how come he is still so humble when he is bathed in money?!"