Chapter 2: Oh my God!
Los Angeles, US.
"I’m. not. doing. it."
"Please, please, please," Ryle glanced at the man with a pleading expression on his face, "How about this? You help me watch my house in my absence and in return, I will help convince Aunt to not send you more blind dates. What do you think?"
The man’s jaw ticked.
Ryle smiled smugly, knowing that it was working. He pushed the buttons a bit harder, "And maybe I can also convince her to not ask for grandkids. You know she always listens to me and I will probably succeed."
"Fine," the man said and victory was a seven-lettered word that was printed all over Ryle’s handsome face.
"Come on, Max. Put off that cold expression on your face. I am not asking you to give up on your life. You just have to live in my luxurious hilltop mansion for a while I am not around...." he paused, "...and take care of my parrot," Ryle added in a low voice.
Maxim walked towards the number plate near the mansion gates.
66, Arkell Hills.
Maxim flipped the 2nd ’6’ on the golden plate, changing it to ’69’ but it switched back to ’66’ yet again.
"Ah...I’d fix it," Ryle winced, "I’ll make sure to switch it back to ’69’," he added. His address was ’69’ but the 9 was half damaged and it kept flipping to 6.