Murray massaged his temples. "No more for me. You guys go ahead."


    Watching him leave, York felt puzzled. He knew Murray was never one to miss out on a party like this. Could it be that he made up with Roseanne? That made sense. They just got back together, and it was probably not the best time to be out partying.


    "Hey, York, we''re waiting on you now." Someone called out from near the staircase.


    York shook his head, dismissing the thought, and rejoined the crowd.


    When Murray got to the vi, it was already 10 p.m. Sadie had cleaned up his room and walk-in closet and had all of Roseanne''s stuff neatly organized.


    He went to the study. The wall-to-wall bookshelf was almost full of biology-rted books. Although Roseanne didn''t continue her studies, she never fell behind in her field, often spending entire days there. These books were her legacy.


    She used to boast about which books were out of print, which ones she had found original copies to reprint, and how much effort she had put into organizing them. Whenever she talked about her achievements, her smile was bright.


    His gaze lingered on the bookshelves, then he smirked slightly.


    Murray went downstairs to find Sadie, who was about to leave after taking out the trash. "Let me borrow your phone."


    Sadie instantly became defensive. "Uh, Mr. Sherwood, you broke my phonest time."


    Murray retorted, "Didn''t I get you a new one?"


    Sadie was at a loss for words.


    "Hand it over."


    "I, I just bought it..." The thought of it breaking again pained Sadie.


    Murray''s patience wore thin. "I''ll have someone send you two iPhone 16ster."


    "Really?" Sadie immediately perked up and handed over her phone.


    With the phone in hand, he called Roseanne.


    This time, before she could speak, he cut in, if you said we should break up cleanly, please take your trash from the study with you. You have one day. I''ll have them thrown out if they''re still here tomorrow."


    Roseanne was initially stunned, quickly realizing he referred to her professional books as trash. "Okay."All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    After she hung up, Murray stared at the phone, his lips pressed tightly together.


    Knowing the books were heavy and hard to move alone, Roseanne called Leda. "Leda, are you free tomorrow? I have some books at Murray''s vi. Could you helpme move them?"


    Leda agreed immediately, "Sure, you put so much effort into those books. Leaving them for that jerk is a waste. I''ll pick you up in the morning."


    "Thanks."


    However, the following day, Owen showed up instead of Leda. Owen usually sported a schrly look with shirts and trousers. But he was dressed casually in a simple white tee and light blue jeans, his soft hair falling naturally over his forehead, giving off a youthful vibe


    "Why are you here? Where''s Leda?" Roseanne asked, clearly surprised.


    "She overslept and asked me to lend you a hand at thest minute."


    Roseanne was speechless. She guessed right. Leda had probably partied too hardst night and couldn''t get up today. Well, it was better than no help at all. Roseanne smiled. "Thanks, I appreciate it."