Within a few days, the news of Milo's sudden wealth had become the talk of the town at the Portello mansion. Who would have thought that the frail, poor young man who was set to become Salvatore's new bodyguard had now become the richest among them?
The staff and the guards found the turn of events deeply amusing. Nobody could believe it, but they were happy and teased Milo about it.
"Well, look who it is," Luke boomed from behind the kitchen island one morning, holding a large wooden spatula. "The new Boss has graced us with his presence. Do I need to bow before I serve your eggs, Mr. Hartley, or will a simple nod suffice?"
Milo's face turned bright red as he sat down at the wooden table. "Please don't call me that, Luke. I'm still just Milo."
