Noon.
Len Hawthorne picked up Chloe Stephens on time.
When the fried rice was served, Chloe couldn't help but start eating.
"How long have you been without food?"
"Last night, the Stephens family told me to stay away from you."
"Huh?" Len Hawthorne was taken aback. "Stay away from me?"
"They probably think you're a disaster in the making."
After all, the Taylor Family had been devastated by the Slaughter Squad.
Len Hawthorne braced himself on the edge of the table. "Little Chloe, do you think I'm a disaster too. So you're planning on having this meal and then avoiding me?"
His smile was somewhat dangerous.
Chloe didn't lift her head: "The Stephens family's words have nothing to do with me."
She meant, why should she listen to the Stephens family?
The smile on Len Hawthorne's face broadened. "Little Chloe has her own thoughts, that's good."
She won't be swayed by others.
"What's the situation with the Synder Family?"
