When Kiera Olsen's ringtone sounded, Lewis Horton was slightly taken aback.
He turned his head to look at Kiera Olsen.
"Lacks all five elements but iron, is that her?"
Kiera Olsen answered the phone, "Hello."
Lewis Horton's phone remained silent. Looking at his device, he realized that the caller was already on another call and the voice call had not gone through.
…He was overthinking it.
Meanwhile, several people in the lobby were making phone calls; it was impossible to discern which one was her…
Just then, "Lacks all five elements but iron" sent a message: [Sorry, it's not convenient to meet now. Let's reschedule.]
The rooftop.
While Kiera Olsen was on the phone with Samuel Morgan, she was also texting her grandson.
Samuel Morgan took delight in her misfortune, "Boss, can you still pull it off? It's been many years since you've done any repair work, right?"
Kiera Olsen replied coolly, "If you're that idle, help me check Lewis Horton's personal phone number, so I don't have to look for him over and over again."
If she had his number, she could call him every hour to remind him to check at the courthouse. With such a bombardment, even if he couldn't believe this ludicrous matter, he would eventually check it out.
Samuel Morgan immediately exclaimed, "How is that possible? You don't know, there's no information about him online. I've already put a lot of effort into tracking his personal itinerary…"
"That's because you're not skilled enough."
Kiera Olsen hung up the phone and saw Tom Davis beside her with a disdainful expression, "Miss Olsen, our boss's personal number is classified. Ordinary people can't get it."
Kiera Olsen teased him on purpose, "Do you believe that not only will I have your boss's number in the future, but I'll also have his WhatsApp…"
The divorce procedures are a bit complicated. There would definitely be more communication with Lewis Horton in the future.
Tom Davis scoffed, "Dream on!"
No sooner had he spoken, Kiera Olsen's phone buzzed. "Grandson" had sent a WhatsApp message: [Whenever you're free, just let me know.]
*
Ten minutes later, Kiera Olsen finished repairing the air conditioner.
She dusted off her hands, "The filter has been used for too long and accumulated dirt, affecting the cooling system. Just replace it after cleaning."
Seeing her adept movements and how quickly she solved the problem, Tom Davis felt less hostile toward her.
To prevent her from seeking out his boss again, Tom Davis personally escorted her downstairs.
At the entrance, he said meaningfully, "Miss Olsen, we won't have any more direct-signed deliveries on the top floor, nor will there be any more appliance malfunctions."
Kiera Olsen discerned the implication in his words but simply smiled, "Mm, see you at noon."
She turned and left.
Tom Davis: ?
He didn't take her words to heart and returned to the rooftop.
At noon, Lewis Horton had a lunch appointment.
He didn't enjoy socializing, but now that he was back in Crera, he still needed to respect the local drinking culture, such occasions were not that frequent.
Tom Davis accompanied him throughout.
They arrived at a private restaurant. As Tom Davis took a look at the uniformly dressed waitstaff, he suddenly became more alert.
Isn't being a restaurant waiter the most common choice for students to earn while they learn?
He scrutinized the surroundings, almost checking out every waiter and only when he didn't find Kiera Olsen did he breathe a sigh of relief.
But he quickly found his own behavior laughable.
Kiera Olsen had already been a courier and a repair worker. How could she possibly be working other jobs?
It was that "see you at noon" comment from her that had him on edge!
Tom Davis relaxed and entered the private room. After the meals were served and the chef came to express his gratitude,
"Hello everyone, are you satisfied with today's dishes?"
A familiar female voice rang out, and Tom Davis's body stiffened!
He swung his head around as if he saw a ghost and saw Kiera Olsen standing at the door, wearing a chef's hat. She wore a faint smile, briefly introducing today's menu, and finally approached Lewis Horton, speaking softly, "Mr. Horton, why don't you go check at the courthouse."
Lewis Horton: "…"
His jaw tightened, and for the first time, a faint trace of fissures appeared on his usually composed face.
Tom Davis was even more shocked as he looked at her, "You, you're the head chef? The certified kind?"
"Yes."
Keira Olsen reached into her fanny pack, intending to take out her chef's certification, but accidentally dropped one, two, three… a total of five different job IDs!
Tom Davis swallowed hard, "You have five part-time jobs?"
Keira Olsen: "No."
Tom Davis had just taken a breath of relief when he heard her say indifferently,
"There are some I didn't bring with me."
Tom Davis: !!!
Keira Olsen smiled slyly at Lewis Horton, "It depends on what Mr. Horton needs; I can do anything. I suppose Mr. Horton wouldn't want me to keep bothering him, right? Why don't we check at the courthouse?"
Lewis Horton's face was tense.
The woman, with her amorous eyes like mist over water, always seemed to speak with a hint of tenderness, causing everyone else at the table to look at her involuntarily.
Lewis Horton's expression turned grim in an instant, still ignoring Keira Olsen, he only said to Tom Davis, "Go check…"
Keira Olsen felt a surge of happiness inside.
Had this man finally been persuaded by her?
But then she heard him say coldly, "Who has leaked my schedule."
"…"
Tom Davis took a step forward, blocking Keira Olsen's path again, "Miss Olsen, please leave immediately."
Keira Olsen was once again chased out of the private room, standing outside and sighing.
Why couldn't Lewis Horton just trust her?
Even with her patience, she was getting annoyed now!
She didn't leave but decided to wait outside instead.
She hadn't been treated with such indifference in the past two years.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became…
Keira Olsen took out her phone, wanting to vent to someone, but as she scrolled through WhatsApp, she found no suitable person and simply posted a status to her circle of friends.
Inside the private room.
The guests ate while showering Lewis Horton with compliments.
He was getting somewhat impatient, taking out his phone and pretending to be busy with something.
Browsing through his circle of friends list out of boredom, he saw a post from "Lacking Iron" from two minutes earlier: [Don't be mad, you have to be patient with grandkids.]
Lewis Horton paused for a moment.
He immediately messaged "Lacking Iron": [How old are you? Already have grandkids?]
After all, you can't expect an old person to take care of Granny…
"Lacking Iron": [?]
"Lacking Iron": […You're talking about my circle of friends post, right? That's me cursing someone. There's someone who just never understands what I say!]
Lewis Horton: "…"
He then realized he'd made a fool of himself.
So he sent a message to cover up his embarrassment: [The brain is a daily necessity, he must be using it as a decorative item.]
"Lacking Iron": [I'll curse you a couple more times.]
Lewis Horton smiled: [We only scold people, let's not waste it on him.]
"Lacking Iron": [Seeing how you talk, I'll prepare an extra meal for Granny tonight. Does she have any dietary restrictions?]
Lewis Horton: [The doctor said she should eat less sweets and spicy food, everything else is fine.]
"Lacking Iron": [Okay.]
Their chat always made Lewis Horton feel like he was talking to an old friend, very comfortable.
He suddenly asked: [Can I come to visit Granny tonight?]
"Lacking Iron": [Of course, you're welcome anytime.]
Then she sent him a specific address with the door number included.