"Joan, come and try Mr. Jacob's fish soup." Actually, Sylvia could tell that Joan didn't look happy, so she called the butler to place the fish soup in front of Joan.
"Thank you, Madam Sylvia, but I don't really like fish soup," Joan said with a smile while looking at the fish soup in front of her.
After Joan said this, Madam Sylvia didn't look happy.
"I like it the most. Give it to me," Mr. Jacob said as he glanced at Joan and brought the soup in front of her. After this, no one at the dining table said anything for a long time.
"By the way, I heard that your assistant, Bruce, has been with you for a long time and is very capable." They were almost done with the meal, so Sylvia put down the cutlery in her hand and suddenly looked at Owen.
"Kinda. He's indeed been with me for a long time," Owen said dubiously, not knowing why Madam Sylvia suddenly mentioned Bruce.
