World's Best Protagonist [BL]

"Is this a formal turnover or just an abuse of authority to trespass on someone’s house?"

I asked flatly, standing by the door with crossed arms, my expression oscillating between tired and sarcastic.

Joseph Armand, resident billionaire and walking embodiment of "I-do-what-I-want," chuckled like he’d just heard an inside joke only the rich understand. He leisurely strolled past me as if I were the butler he didn’t bother to greet.

"No need to be so hostile, Mr. Dela Torre," he said, moving with the confidence of a man who was allergic to being told ’no.’ "Let’s just say... a formal turnover. I personally took care of the former tenant’s belongings. Least you could do is let me sit for five minutes before kicking me out."

Calling me Jade with familiarity before, then addressing me formally next. What the hell is this guy trying to do? I always had this wary feeling towards him since I first saw him. It’s a wonder.

The guy did nothing wrong. In fact, he was helping. Back at the Chamber meeting where General Rivas grilled me? It was because of him that the old military guy let me go. Same thing during the team’s interrogation about Noir’s death, he interfered, acting all so considerate towards the team.

But somehow, my senses are telling me to be careful.

He plopped himself down onto the leather couch like a man reclaiming his favorite throne. Legs crossed with precision, arms outstretched along the backrest, and head tilted ever so slightly as if waiting for a court jester to amuse him.

I narrowed my eyes. "You’re way too comfy for someone who’s supposed to be ’just dropping off the keys.’" I stayed behind the couch, arms now planted on the headrest, my chin resting lazily atop them. "You sure this isn’t your house and I’m the squatter?"

He smirked. "I’ve got a lot of free time."

"Now that’s suspicious." I straightened up. "A billionaire with free time? Should I check if the stock market crashed this morning?"