"Chief Daniel Marshall, I have brought some local products from Binzhou, as well as chive dumplings."
Swoosh, Daniel turned around, his profound and dark eyes staring sharply at Grace Ziegler.
Grace had seen such expression on Chief Daniel Marshall before not long ago, and she was afraid of him when he was like this. A sudden sense of fear rose within her. Instinctively, Grace's eyes constricted slightly, and her brows also furrowed.
"Chief Daniel Marshall, is there something I have done wrong again?"
There was a complex expression in Daniel's eyes. Though his mind had formed a judgment, he felt an inexplicable struggle and torment every time he thought about Grace being his only connection with his mother.
"Thank you for the local products you brought. From now on, stop making dumplings for me. We have a nanny at our home, she can cook."
Grace lowered her head and pretended to be weak immediately, "I understand. I will endeavour to repay the money I owe as soon as possible."
