Chad Yakov reached out, pressed a bit into his palm, and sniffed. A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.
The corner of his mouth lifted, and his already handsome face became alluring.
Though the gesture was quite delicate, he made it look stylish.
He reached out and closed the bathroom door, then started showering.
In less than ten minutes, he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.
The rope at his waist was casually tied into a knot, and the bathrobe hung loosely on him, not covering his well-toned chest.
Contrary to the impression his age and gender-neutral handsome face might give, Chad Yakov's physique under the bathrobe was particularly robust, clearly the result of long-term training.
He didn't use a towel to dry his hair but instead stylishly shook his head and strode over to his luggage.
He took out his laptop and powered it on.
He was about to hack into the Scott Family surveillance system when he heard a knock at the door.
"Knock knock——"
