Chapter 118
The conversation didn’t last long in the end, wrapping up in just under two hours, and Andy immediately got busy. The first task was to find a place for Renly to move into; Andy hoped Renly could move within the next three days, at the latest, five.
After seeing Andy off, Renly didn’t linger in Pioneer Village but went straight home. He wasn’t tired since he had slept almost the entire way on the plane, and his jet lag had mostly passed. However, after the long flight, his body still felt a bit off, with slight swelling in his feet. He figured some relaxation at home would make him feel better by tomorrow.
When he opened the door, chaos greeted his eyes. His first thought was: had there been a break-in? But upon closer inspection, Renly dismissed that notion.
The sofa was piled with garbage—not only disposable cups and leftover cream but also vomit, emitting a foul stench. The coffee table in the centre of the living room was overturned, surrounded by all kinds of beer bottles reflecting sunlight in a riot of colours. A large amount of toilet paper dangled from the chandelier, and amidst it hung a string of colourful lace bras and panties, like a Christmas tree. The floor was sticky and wet, as though something had evaporated, leaving residue—Renly refused to think too hard about what liquid it might be. Not to mention the torn toilet paper, cigarette butts, and pillow stuffing scattered all over the floor, making the place look like a post-apocalyptic battleground between cats and dogs.
This wasn’t the result of a burglary—it looked like the aftermath of a wild party.
Renly frowned slightly, already having a suspicion in his mind. He stepped forward, navigating through the trash, dodging broken bottles, and avoiding the floating underwear. He peeked into Chris Hemsworth’s room, which was wide open.
The wardrobe door hung loosely, barely attached, swaying pitifully. The mattress had been flipped, revealing the springs underneath. All the drawers were pulled out, and completely emptied. And right across the wall, in glaring red spray paint, was a huge “F*CK,” standing out prominently in the messy room.
Clearly, the culprit had been found—Chris Hemsworth, his roommate.
No guessing needed—Chris had moved out. Just like Andy’s top priority today was to have Renly move, Fischer wouldn’t allow the future Thor to continue living in this neighbourhood. Moving out was inevitable. What surprised Renly, however, was how immature Chris had been, trashing the place before leaving like some irresponsible college frat boy.