Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

“Besides, I’m not asking you to withdraw the order in public. Just privately, convey it to someone. There’s no loss of face at all!” Iris Doone spoke as if it was a simple matter.

“It’s precisely because of what you just said that I’m very grateful I didn’t soften my heart towards you,” Cindy Clarke said.

Iris Doone was a person who didn’t know how to appreciate kindness.

She made it sound so easy.

If Cindy had really let her off the hook,

Iris wouldn’t think that Adrian Zhekova was cutting her some slack.

She would only think that Adrian Zhekova had just done an insignificant thing.

Not worth her gratitude.

She might even turn around and hate Adrian Zhekova for making unnecessary moves.

If she knew he could forgive her, why give such a ridiculous order in the first place.

“Besides, we didn’t block all your paths,” Cindy said.

“The restaurants in Pingla are concentrated in big cities. High-end restaurants are concentrated in first and second-tier cities due to the clientele. Other chain restaurants are also in second-tier cities and above. Only a few are in the third-tier range.”

“As long as you don’t work in these cities, there are still many suitable jobs waiting for you in other places,” Cindy said with a slight smile, “It’s actually not easy to starve to death in this day and age.”

“You don’t even need to have a special skill. As long as you’re able-bodied and don’t engage in deceptive practices, you can find a decent job. As long as one is willing to work honestly, life will get better and better,” Cindy said.

“So, how can you say that we’ve blocked all your paths? It’s as if we’re not giving you a chance to live,” Cindy said with a faint smile.

“It’s just that your character is too low, and Pingla doesn’t want to hire you,” Cindy said, “Even if you didn’t frame me today, and instead did something else wrong, Pingla still wouldn’t hire you.”

“Pingla won’t hire people with insufficient ability and despicable means. I think Pingla also has the right to decide who to use or not to use, right?” Cindy said coldly, “Do you think it’s unfair for Pingla not to use you? Does Pingla even have the right to choose who to use?”

“No matter what you say, I don’t think what we did was too much,” Cindy turned to Adrian Zhekova and said, “So there’s no need to change our decision.”

“Okay,” Adrian Zhekova nodded with a smile.

In this way, it seemed that Cindy was the one who made the decisions.

Iris Doone’s brow furrowed.

Would the Zhekova family members be happy with Cindy making decisions in this tone?

Who knew, when she looked at the reactions of the Zhekova family members, they didn’t think there was anything wrong with the way Cindy spoke.

On the contrary, they were all happy and seemed quite pleased.

Has Zhekova family gone crazy!

What kind of spell has Cindy cast on them to make them support her so much!

“Let’s go,” Adrian Zhekova reminded her.

It’s not worth wasting time with Iris Doone here.

Cindy nodded, stopped talking to Iris Doone, and turned around to leave with Adrian Zhekova.

Iris Doone was still unwilling to let them go.

But could she really stop the Zhekova family?

No need for others, the driver from the family mansion appeared out of nowhere.

He suddenly stepped in front of Iris Doone.

The driver from the family mansion was not just a simple driver.

To ensure the safety of the elderly, the driver was capable of many things.

For example, being able to handle health issues, or dealing with people who intentionally obstruct them.

In order to protect the elderly, the driver had many skills.

Even when he retired, he remained a formidable presence.

Ten of Iris Doone wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

Iris Doone was stopped in her tracks.

Morgan Zhekova was put back in his little car by Adrian Zhekova, who continued to drive the little car ahead.

The proud and majestic look on his face was amusing.

By the time they arrived at the parking spot, Iris Doone was nowhere in sight.

As they separately boarded the cars, Cindy got in and heard Morgan Zhekova’s call: “Daddy, Cindy, please answer if you hear this. Cindy, Dad, please answer if you hear this.”

Following the sound, Cindy found a walkie-talkie on the front storage grid.

Cindy picked it up and said, “Received.”

Then she turned to Adrian Zhekova and asked, “Where did this walkie-talkie come from?”

Adrian Zhekova replied helplessly, “Before the major competition, the security staff were all equipped with this, and Morgan Zhekova found it interesting. When the Old Master heard about it, he directly asked Billy Houston for three of them, saying that one should be placed in each car. Since we have three cars, it wouldn’t hinder our conversations even if we went separately.”

Cindy:

“Isn’t the Old Master spoiling Morgan too much?” Cindy asked worriedly.

The Old Master, in his old age, wasn’t as strict with Morgan as he was with his own son.

Elderly people would inevitably dote on their great-grandchildren.

Moreover, Morgan was really good at acting spoiled, making people feel at a loss.

Now Morgan just needs to show interest in the walkie-talkie, and the Old Master can immediately get three of them.

If Morgan is interested in other things, would the Old Master get them for Morgan too, no matter how important they were?

Knowing Cindy’s worries, Adrian Zhekova wasn’t worried at all.

“If the Old Master really had the ability to get anything Morgan likes, let him get it,” Adrian Zhekova said.

“What if Morgan wants something dangerous in the future?” Cindy felt that Adrian Zhekova was spoiling Morgan too much on the surface.

“You have to trust our son,” Adrian Zhekova reached out with his right hand and patted Cindy’s head, “Since Morgan has been sensible from a young age, he will definitely continue to be sensible in the future. He won’t want anything dangerous, nor will he do anything to make our family uneasy. Rest assured.”