FreeNovelChapter 57
After standing at the door for a while, Michael stepped into the kitchen. Violet turned her eyes to glance at his forever deadpan
and cold face. “What do you want to threaten me with this time? Are you afraid that I’ll poison the food?”
Michael did not feel awkward at all. He said softly, “I’ve come to see if I can help.”
The corners of Violet’s lips upturned into a bright smile. “Zocy, you may leave! Michae’s help here will be enough.”
Zoey was slightly startled and swiveled around to look at her before glancing at Michael, whose deadpan face had a hint of
embarrassment. She then wiped her hands with a cloth, turned, and left.
Only Violet and Michael were left in the open-air kitchen.
Violet withdrew her eyes and said as she was kneading the dough, “What are you staring at? Didn’t you come to help? Or was it
all talk?”
“...” The feeling in Michael’s heart was inexplicably strange. He quickly retracted his gaze and frowned a little. “What do I need to
do?”
“You are not a robot, see for yourself.”
He looked at the boiling water in the pot on the stove and the carrots in the bag, and asked softly, “Is this to be boiled?”
“Of course, dice them up before you put them into the water.” She kneaded the dough carefully without looking away. “Have you
done housework before?”
Michael did as she said. “Rarely.” His slender and good-looking fingers diced the carrots and threw them into the boiling
“Do you smile?” Violet asked again.
Michael replied, “Not really.”
“People like you grow old quickly. Do you know that a smile extends your life span!”
“There is nothing worth smiling at.”
Violet gave him a look. Although he was expressionless and looked exceptionally cool in a black trench coat, he was also quite
attractive. There must be something extraordinary about him for him to stay by Jack’s side as an executive assistant.
The process of kneading took time; pastry was only good when done well.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Violet suddenly became gossip.
Michael did not answer. He remained silent.
After a while, she asked again, “Does Jack have an ex-girlfriend?”
If he would not even answer questions about himself, how would he blab about the president’s affairs?
Michael was quiet. Violet stopped asking any more questions.
Ten minutes later.
Michael did not know how long she had to keep kneading. He could not help but remind her, “There’s a kneading machine here.”
“Would the pastry still have a soul?” Violet said softly, “Jared wouldn’t like it anymore.”
Now that she mentioned Jared, Michael could not help but feel curious. “What is the nature of the relationship between you and
Jared?”
“Friends. There was no arrogance in Violet’s response.
Michael was a frank person. Specifically, he was an open book when communicating with girls. In fact, he rarely interacted with
“You seem pretty close to him,” he judged.
Violet turned to glance at him, and said with a smile, “So there’s no need to pity this child who was abandoned by the Yeagers.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that my life is a million times better than Beryl’s!”
In actual fact, Michael had already realized that to be able to get close with Jared required a type of intelligence that the average
individual definitely did not possess. Sometimes, things like this required both luck and competence.
A faint smile crept onto his face. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
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“Help me wash and chop up the mushrooms.”
“Alright.”
The two busied themselves in the kitchen.
A half-hour later.
The atmosphere in the living hall was calm and casual.
Jack presented the contract to Jared with both hands. “The terms are detailed, please have a look.”
At that moment, Violet and Michael each came out with two plates of fragrant meat pies. Jared saw Violet’s familiar face again as
he reached out to take the contract.
With a smile on her face, she gently placed the plates on the coffee table. “Please, enjoy.” It was excellent service. Even her
voice sounded particularly soothing.
Jack felt indulged as well.
“Sit down and eat together,” said Jared. Then he briefly flipped through the contract before asking Jack, “Where’s the pen?”
Did it mean he had agreed?!
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