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Enna Clark was speechless. Was this a five-year-old son or a 50-year-old dad? Not wasting any time, she quickly sent him a message and threw her phone into her bag.
Outside the door, the driver was waiting for her.
Seeing her come out, he immediately helped open the car door, “Young
“Um, Uncle Harper, the rib soup is still simmering on the stove, and I really don’t have time to wait for it. I’ve already added salt, could you help me turn off the fire?” “Alright.”
Enna got into the car, followed by the driver. The car slowly drove to Enna’s rented neighborhood entrance and stopped at the alley. Enna got out of the car, waved goodbye to the driver, and walked towards home…
As soon as she entered the door, the living room light was turned on.
In the brightly lit room, the little guy with a serious face was standing with arms crossed, scrutinizing her with a gaze as if examining an unfaithful wife. “Were you really working overtime today?”
Enna switched to her slippers as walked over to coax him, “Alright, don’t be angry anymore. I’ll come back earlier to be with you next time.”
“I don’t want you to accompany me.” The little guy wriggled out of her embrace, his little face flushed with anger, and he said insincerely, “I’m not even angry.”
“Really not angry?” Enna’s heart melted, and she pulled on his puffed-cheek, her eyes curved with a smile, “Alright, I swear I’ll come back earlier to be with you next time!”
Tobias was still unhappy, but he didn’t get mad at her anymore. Frowning, he said, “Dirty, go wash your hands, and get ready for dinner.”
Having said that, he went to the kitchen wearing oversized men’s slippers and brought out the already prepared food.
Tobias was only 5 years old and not even a meter tall, so Enna didn’t allow him to use the gas stove. He could only make simple cold dishes.
By the time she had finished washing her hands, the food was already on the table.
It looked very appetizing.
Tobias lifted his little chin, handed Enna the chopsticks, and commanded,
Enna took the chopsticks and sat down, starting to eat quietly.
Perhaps because it’s hereditary, Enna had never taught her son to eat in silence, but he never spoke during meals. From the time he couldn’t hold chopsticks steadily, he already had good table manners. She had always been amazed at this, no wonder people said that having money doesn’t make one an aristocrat, only an upstart.
Looking up at the straight-postured Tobias, she couldn’t help but sigh, an aristocrat’s bloodline is carved into the bone marrow, and it cannot be measured by money.
But no matter how noble, he was still her son-
Enna’s mood was good, and her appetite was great, she finished a bowl of rice very quickly.
After eating, she voluntarily cleaned up the tableware and watched the cartoon with her little Bobby…
An hour-long interview had just ended.
Scott Harris respectfully handed an iPad to the man with an icy face, who snatched it over, “Did she leave?”
“Yes, Ms. Clark has gone back.”
Baron Lawrence’s thick eyebrows furrowed, his temple twitched, and he became even more upset. Unfortunately, at this time, someone approached him.
“Young Master Lawrence.”
With her exquisite makeup and intelligent dressing, who else could it be but the host from earlier?
She handed the interview script to the assistant and walked over quickly, looking up at the tall, handsome man, and invited, “Thank you so much for today. I’ve finally completed the task assigned by the station director.. To express my gratitude, may I invite you to dinner?”