Hey? Why does one of them look so much like Bun?
Later, when Jade Springfield gave a general account of what happened with Laurie Murray, she learned that these two were father and son.
Jade Springfield personally prepared dinner. There was braised crucian carp, fried prawns, tomato omelettes, steamed tofu, sweet and sour pork chop, and a bowl of seaweed soup.
They were all normal dishes, and there wasn't much variety, and the cutlery she used were all crude, large plates and soup bowls to serve the food, so there was plenty for everyone.
"I'm hungry." Lucien Goldstein was the first to use his fork to grab a piece of prawn. "It's good!"
Altair Mo watched Lucien Goldstein acting exaggeratedly and gave him a silent glance. He picked up a piece of prawn and put it in his mouth, and his eyes lit up immediately.
He really was delicious! "Jade, you're amazing. I can't believe how you managed to make even normal food taste so good. I really want to hire you to be my personal chef." Immediately after Lucien Goldstein finished speaking, a dangerous gaze was fixed on him.
Lucien Goldstein turned his head to the side to look at Altair Mo, but he did not see any expression on his expressionless face. Even so, with his understanding of Altair Mo, he still moved his chair to the side to make it safer for him.
After dinner came this question: Where were Altair Mo and the others supposed to stay?
"Mr. Mo, there is no place to sleep here. Should we drive back to the county-level city?" Lucien Goldstein suggested.
Tender and fresh, and he felt soft in the mouth. The taste was much better than the food cooked by the chefs he hired in hotels of five stars.
Altair Mo tasted all the dishes on the table, and became even more sure of his thoughts. He knew it. His taste had always been very good.
"Jade, you're amazing. I can't believe how you managed to make even normal food taste so good. I really want to hire you to be my personal chef." Immediately after Lucien Goldstein finished speaking, a dangerous gaze was fixed on him.
Lucien Goldstein turned his head to the side to look at Altair Mo, but he did not see any expression on his expressionless face. Even so, with his understanding of Altair Mo, he still moved his chair to the side to make it safer for him.
After dinner came this question: Where were Altair Mo and the others supposed to stay?
"Mr. Mo, there is no place to sleep here. Should we drive back to the county-level city?" Lucien Goldstein suggested.
"You can go now." After Altair Mo said that to Lucien Goldstein, he looked at Dante Westwood. "You can go too."
Lucien Goldstein and Dante Westwood were left speechless.
So were they third wheels here?
At that time, Laurie Murray said: "I have a suggestion. My room is big enough, and if you're willing, you could fit in a mattress on the floor. I'll sleep with my son."
"We cannot impose Lucien Goldstein's remaining words were drowned out by Altair Mo.
"Thank you. We'll be bothering you."
Lucien Goldstein was stunned. Were they really going to sleep here?
Lucien Goldstein sat on the bed and touched Simmons' bedding. It was unexpectedly comfortable.
There was even air conditioning in the room, and they had even put up mosquito nets outside the window. Even after being here for so long, he hadn't seen a single mosquito.
"Mr. Mo, I think there is something I should say." Lucien Goldstein may have eaten and drunk at Jade Springfield's house, but that was neither this nor that. He should still say what he should say.
"Even if I mention this, please don't get angry. The possibility may be low, but we shouldn't overlook the possibility that Jade has already been bought by Bryce Smith, and she might be acting solo. As for her goal , I haven't thought of a possible one at the moment."
"She will not." Altair Mo firmly rejected the idea.
Lucien Goldstein was sitting cross-legged on his bed. "Are you so sure?"
Altair Mo narrowed his eyes, and Lucien Goldstein instantly understood what his gaze meant.
I have the desired information. She is the right person.'
That should be the general gist behind it.
At the same time, Jade Springfield sent a message.
Jade Springfield: [Help me check the name of the God of Wealth of Mo Corporations.]
Flying Eagle 02: [Why this question suddenly, boss?]
Jade Springfield: [Three minutes.]
Flying Eagle 02: [...]
Two minutes later, Flying Eagle 02 sent a message.
[Altair Mo.]
I knew it, it's him!
Flying Eagle 02: [So, boss, are you interested in taking on the Mo family's task now?]