Butler: "I already know. The money will be transferred to your account shortly."

On the other side of the video, the expression of the old Butler was also different from when they first met.

On the day they first met, although the old Butler spoke politely and courteously, there was more of a sense of distance. But now, the way he looked at Henry Clark through the camera was as if he were looking at a newborn kitten, much gentler.

Being stared at with such eyes, Henry Clark felt a bit strange, but hearing that a hundred million would soon be deposited into his account made him happy. Of course, he wasn't ecstatic. He still had quite a few doubts in his mind that needed to be resolved.

"I... I feel like I've changed a bit," Henry Clark said.

"Are you scared?" Butler smiled kindly.

"Not really. It's just... I'm not used to it." Henry Clark didn't know how to describe the feeling. Instinct told him that this change was beneficial for survival, an advantage, an evolution. But the change also made him uneasy.

"Life, if it's just like everyone else's, isn't it a bit too boring?" Butler said.

Henry Clark wiped his face and asked, "So am I still human now?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't you be? You can see it as being a human who has taken a different evolutionary path."

"And you?" Henry Clark asked.

"I'm different from you."

That was a subtle answer. But seeing that Butler didn't want to say more, Henry Clark didn't press further—he would figure it out eventually.

"Then, what do you think of snakes?" Henry Clark asked.

"What do humans think of monkeys? No, not even monkeys—they're just pets, or food." Butler said blandly.

"...It's not allowed to eat snakes now," Henry Clark reminded him.

"Of course, law-abiding citizen." Butler flipped through a document at hand. "The inheritance Ms. Feng left you, besides that hundred million, also includes real estate, stocks, funds, and so on. I'll manage those for you for now. These are secondary. Your main focus now should be on your own changes. In the coming period, your body will undergo some minor changes. Once these changes are complete, everything Ms. Feng left you will be handed over to you."

Hearing this, Henry Clark's heart skipped a beat. "'Minor' changes?"

Although the real estate and stocks were attractive, what Henry Clark cared more about was the "minor changes" mentioned by the old Butler.

Money and property, he could earn himself. However capable he was, that's how much he could make; he wasn't actually obsessed with being a billionaire. If he wasn't capable, he couldn't hold onto the money no matter how much he was given. If he was capable, he didn't need anyone to give it to him—he could achieve it himself.

But "minor changes" concerned himself and were beyond his control!

The old Butler smiled gently and reassured him, "Don't worry, it's just some small changes. If you pay attention, others won't notice. If anything changes, you can call me."

After thinking for a moment, the old Butler added, "Remember to wear a mask when you go out."

With that, he ended the call.

Henry Clark pondered the old Butler's words.

To sum up the last few sentences:

First, the changes won't be too dramatic; a little concealment and no one will notice, so it won't affect daily life.

Second, those "minor changes" could probably be covered up with a mask. Could it be... his teeth?

"At least I'm still human!"

Knowing he hadn't turned into something strange, Henry Clark was greatly relieved.

The hundred million promised by the old Butler was credited to his account before nightfall that very day.

With this huge sum, Henry Clark no longer had to rack his brains over how to make money. He could buy several of the luxury cars he'd always coveted and switch between them. But Henry Clark didn't plan to do that.

He paid thirty million back to the old Butler, and left the rest untouched for now. The studio had already disbanded, and he was currently unemployed, so he had to think about what to do next and make some plans. Who knew what else was in that inheritance, or whether it could guarantee his future? Rather than fantasizing about things he hadn't received yet, Henry Clark trusted more in what he earned himself.

But there was no rush. The old Butler had said that in the coming period he would undergo some minor changes, so he needed to figure out exactly what kind of "minor" changes there would be.

He opened his phone and browsed the neighborhood owners' group.

Since the afternoon before yesterday, the community had organized a rat extermination, but the rats that had already gotten into residents' homes were hard to deal with.

The property management office had bought a lot of glue traps and let any owners who needed them come and get some.

However, when Henry Clark opened the owners' group, he saw some owners complaining:

"I got glue traps from the property last week—amazing! My whole family got stuck on them, but not a single rat!"

"Another rat got into my house yesterday. I have no idea how it got in—it's so big! What on earth is it eating to grow like that? Are hormones working overtime on it or something?"

"Warning, high alert! [video] Damn, it actually pried open the window screen! If it can't chew through, it just pries the window! Is it about to become a spirit or something?!"

"Actually, these big rats have been infiltrating human society for so long, they can understand some things people say. That's why the elders always say, when you're setting a trap for rats, speak softly or don't talk at all—if they hear you, they won't fall for it."