FreeNovelChapter 805 Do Me a Favor The stylists were shaving for the two old men in the dressing room.
Suddenly, one servant entered with two long boxes. "Here you go, Master Finnley." Finnley took them from his hands. The servant left.
"Grandpa, these are two golf clubs customized in Andrew Dickson. One for you and the other for Mr. Powell," said Finnley, "The date when you met Mr. Powell has been carved on them." "Thank you, Finnley." Benedict praised while smiling joyfully, "My grandson is always considerate. He knows what my favorite gift is." Benedict liked working out, and playing golf was his favorite sport.
Suddenly, Archie said, "Thank you, Finnley. Actually, | like you. | hope you can date my granddaughter. She's a lovely girl. You'll like her." Finnley refused gently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Powell. | have a loved girl, and I'll marry her in the future.” "Why didn't you bring her here?" asked Archie. "You know the occasion today is important.” Finnley didn't know how to answer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, Benedict chuckled, "He doesn't have a girlfriend. That's only an excuse he made to avoid going on a blind date.
Finnley, you must take care of Archie's granddaughter later. She hasn't been here before and knows nobody. You must make her feel at home." Since his grandfather repeatedly emphasized it, Finnley couldn't let him down.
After all, Benedict just asked him to take care of the girl.
Finnley left the dressing room after saying excuse to the two old men.
Balcony, the second floor.
Claire was sitting in a swing cane chair, swinging back and forth. Pinching a piece of cake, she was munching.
Her gaze was fixed on Pierre and Eloise in the yard.
Pierre seemed to console his daughter, but Eloise stamped her feet angrily, unlike a well-educated gentlewoman.
Suddenly, Claire heard footsteps behind. She was slightly taken aback but didn’t look back as she had figured out who it was.
Finnley walked towards her and found her as expected.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe sat opposite Claire and noticed the smile on her lips. Following her gaze, he also saw the scene in the yard.
Eloise panicked like a cat on hot bricks. Pulling her hand, Pierre patted her shoulder gently while consoling her.
Finnley withdrew his gaze shortly after and stared at Claire. "Are you mad?" "Why should | be mad?" Claire didn't withdraw her gaze. She complained, "I'm not as tall as her. Of course, | couldn't run as faster as she did." Her gaze shifted from the yard to Finnley. "You are sitting opposite me now. Why is she so complacent? Will you actively talk to her? Humph!" "You are so jealous," Finnley mocked her.
Claire rolled her eyes. "Nah. I'm not. | just dislike her." "So, if she runs fast," Finnley poured a cup of coffee and said, "You cannot turn away immediately. You should greet me. OK?" Claire took over the mug and gulped it down in one go. She was thirsty.
Meanwhile, Eloise kept stamping her feet in the yard but couldn't do anything. When she subconsciously looked up, she saw Finnley and Claire sitting on the balcony.
Her heart tightened slightly. After changing her expression, she looked obedient and graceful again. Then she said to her father, "Dad, please excuse me." She strode into the living room.
On the second floor's balcony, Claire said, "I guess Eloise will come upstairs." Finnley watched the figure enter the living room and vanish from his sight.
Looking at Claire solemnly, Finnley said, "I need you to do me a favor. If you complete it well, I'l thank you." Claire didn't think the favor had anything to do with Eloise, as Finnley had always ignored her.
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