Chapter 117 We'er Getting Married

• Mia picked up a white bathrobe from the sofa and put it on. Her hair looked wet. I guess they were just getting out of the shower when they heard the doorbell.
• I looked around the room. On the table were plates of caviar, black truffles, foie gras and toast. It looks as if the food has been tasted and thrown away on a plate. Next to it were several empty wine bottles and two goblets.
• Then I caught a glimpse of white powder on the tin foil on the coffee table, and a bad feeling came over me.