Upon hearing her husband speak those words, Bailey Hansen was suddenly overjoyed.
"Of course, it’s true. Could your husband’s intel be wrong?"
As he spoke, the man had already raised his hands to unbutton her clothes.
"I’m talking about serious stuff, can you behave?" Bailey Hansen raised her hand and grabbed his palm. "Wait a minute, let’s talk about our son first."
"I can wait, but little junior can’t. Don’t believe me? Feel it."
"Even if I die, I’ll die on you."
Kris Cooper walked into the Study Room and opened the large locked cabinet.
In the large cabinet, there were only two items: a white shirt in a sealed bag, and a wooden guitar in its case.
Reaching in, he opened the guitar case. Kris Cooper’s fingers gently brushed over the broken guitar strings. He inspected the body of the guitar carefully before cautiously closing the case. He then picked up the case, along with the white shirt from the rack, and carried them downstairs.
The servant peeked out from the dining room. "Young Master, aren’t you staying home?"
As Kris Cooper responded, he had already walked out of the front door, placed his things in the back seat, and driven off.
After a short while, his car was parked in front of a guitar shop.
Carrying his guitar into the shop, he carefully placed the guitar case on the counter.
"Help me fix this guitar, no matter the cost!"
The shop’s luthier came over, carefully took the guitar with broken strings from the case, and examined it.
"This...will take some time."
"Three days, I need it in three days!" Kris Cooper took out his wallet and pulled out a stack of dollar bills. "This is the deposit."
The luthier glanced at the money on the table. "Okay, we’ll work overtime for you."
After expressing his thanks and leaving his phone number with the luthier, Kris Cooper left the shop and pulled out his phone to check it.
On the screen, there were dozens of text messages, WhatsApp messages, and three missed calls. He scanned them all, but not a single one was from Vera Wave.
That damn girl! How dare she not reply to his messages!
Back in the car, he casually dialed Vera’s number.
"Where have you been?"
"Went to the hospital to visit Grandma?"
"Why didn’t you reply to the messages?"
"Ah... sorry, I didn’t see them. I was working overtime at the company earlier."
"You’re working overtime on your very first day?"
"With the opportunity Mr. President has given me, of course, I should work hard!"
Considering the young lady showed some sense, he decided not to be angry with her.
"Have you had dinner?"
"I’m just having ramen. Are you coming too?!"
"What, you can’t even afford to treat me to a bowl of noodles?!"
"It’s the Lanzhou ramen shop outside the residential complex. If you’re not afraid of how bad it might be, then come!"
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Twenty minutes later, Kris Cooper walked into the dilapidated beef noodle shop. Vera had truly ordered a bowl of noodles for him—the most expensive noodles in the shop, superior beef noodles, 20 USD per bowl, with a double helping of beef.
As the man walked in, ducking under the low doorway that almost hit his head, the owner’s wife was placing the noodles Vera had ordered for Kris Cooper on the table. Vera was in the process of paying.
"One ordinary beef noodle, one superior beef noodle, 30 USD total, here’s your money!"
Sitting down on the worn-out chair opposite her, Kris Cooper glanced at her bowl, which now only contained clear soup and noodles. He then pushed his own bowl towards her.
"Pick out the beef and vegetables. I only eat noodles and soup!"