The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 133

Ken froze, his brain completely failing to process the request for a second.

"Huh?"

Ken knew that Mr. Zucker had a strict fitness routine.

He hit the gym five times a week, but always after work or during his free time.

It was never something that needed to be officially factored into his daily schedule.

"Understood, Mr. Zucker. I'll arrange it right away."

Even though he was thoroughly confused, Ken dutifully adjusted the itinerary.

"Mr. Zucker, since you didn't return to the East Side estate last night, did you stay at the Aerie Manor?" Ken asked carefully.

Alistair gave a brief sound of affirmation and said flatly, "She's sick. She needs someone to keep an eye on her."

Ken let out an "Oh" and nodded.

—Even though he personally thought the staff at the manor were more than capable of taking care of her, he couldn't understand why Mr. Zucker had to go there himself.

It was probably because Mr. Zucker had promised Sheridan to take good care of Ms. Stafford, so he was just being extra attentive, right?

Having confirmed the details, Ken turned to leave.

But before he could reach the door, a cold, low voice echoed behind him.

"Am I old?"

*Clack.*

The expensive fountain pen slipped from Ken's fingers and hit the floor.

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning around in absolute horror to stare at the man. "M-Mr. Zucker? What did you say?"

Behind Alistair was a wall of floor-to-ceiling glass.

Looking past the door, Alistair was staring at his own faint reflection in the glass.

"Do I look old?" Alistair asked again.

Looking like he had just seen a ghost, Ken scrambled to answer. "Of course not, Mr. Zucker! Not only do you not look old, but you aren't old to begin with!"

Hearing this, Alistair pressed his lips into a thin line and dropped the subject. "Never mind. You can go."

"Yes, Mr. Zucker."

Ken practically fled the CEO's office in terror.

Since it was late for them, she didn't want to keep him up and ended the call after a few more minutes of chatting.

Before hanging up, her grandfather asked how she was doing. Celia assured him she was doing wonderfully and that her "uncle" was taking excellent care of her.

Hearing that Alistair was watching over her gave Sheridan complete peace of mind.

After the call ended, Celia saw a text from Alistair.

Alistair: [Remember to eat lunch.]

Celia: [I know, Uncle Alistair.]

She spent the entire day lounging around the manor. That evening, Alistair returned quite early.

When Celia saw him, the first thing she noticed was his damp hair.

She blinked in surprise. "Uncle Alistair, did you take a shower?"

Alistair nodded. "I showered at the gym after my workout."

Celia looked impressed. "I didn't know you still worked out."

"Yes, it's a habit from my time in the military. It's nothing too intense."