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He didn't believe that Myrna had an inappropriate relationship with that man, he was more inclined to believe
that Myrna had gone to see someone she knew. Who would it be, after all?
Myrna had already chatted with the little one for a while, gradually calming down the irritable youngster.
She suddenly lifted her head, asking the man beside her, "Haven't you eaten yet?"
It was already eight forty at that moment.
They hadn't even had dinner yet.
How did he take care of the child?
Didn't you know that children are growing and they must eat on time?
Calvin rubbed his forehead, looking helpless, "He refused to eat, insisting on coming to pick you up early, afraid
that he wouldn't make it in tif he ate. We were waiting for you outside at six o'clock." The corner of Myrna's
mouth twitched.
She had just finished school at six o'clock, how could she have finished eating so quickly.
Fortunately, Lawrence was not in high spirits. If they had continued chatting, wouldn't they have had to wait
outside until nine o'clock?
Myrna didn't know what to say, a warm surge flowed through her
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chest. She rubbed the little one's head and negotiated with him, "What do you guys want to eat tonight? I'll treat
you."
With deep-set eyes, Calvin asked her, "Can we eat anything you want?"
Myrna wasn't short of money, so she wasn't afraid of him choosing places like Michelin-starred restaurants. She
casually said, "Hmm. Anything is fine." Alfredo looked at his uncle, wanting to interject.
After sthought, he remembered the words his younger uncle had used to threaten him, and silently endured
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| still really wanted to get a haircut.
Cedric also thought that Mr. Larson was trying to extort a lavish meal from Ms. Stark
Unexpectedly, they were all too weak.
"Could you cook? Something simple. Anything will do. We wanted to eat what you made."
Myrna: ...
"Tomato pasta was also an option?"
"Could."
Alfredo hadn't expected his younger uncle to be so clever, nodding his head like a pecking chick: "I also want to
eat the pasta made by my sister. Hehe, maybe | should get my hair done another day.
After getting in the car.
Myrna had been replying to Denise's messages.
Suddenly, a man's steady and domineering voice cfrom beside me. "You don't need to worry about Abbey's
matter, it will be resolved smoothly."
He had already spoken to Harvey Welch, the mayor, that the city hall would apply pressure directly
Myrna raised an eyebrow, calmly saying, "I wasn't worried. She's an adult. If she did it, she should have thought
about the consequences. It's a bit too late to be scared after the fact." "She would definitely receive the
punishment she deserved, being weak doesn't mean being right"
Many people always felt that if one party was disadvantaged, everyone else should yield to them
No matter what Abbey's family conditions were, or whether she lacked a father figure from a young age, none of
these were excuses for her to harm others
If she hadn't followed that day, the steel pipe would have fallen and hit Rachel. Who would Rachel's parents have
turned to for comfort then?
Failure doesn't mean it didn't happen!
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Phacton drove back to the villa
Blake was sprawled on the sofa, but when he saw them return, he sat up to greet them "Mr. Larson Oh. Alfi is
here too?"
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Alfredo gave him a show-off glance, smugly saying, "I cto eat the tomato pasta my sister made."
"Tomato pasta?" Blake paused, looking at Myrna who had just cin, and hurriedly followed her, "What's going
on, Mya, are you going to cook?"
"Alfi skipped dinner to pickup, so I'm making him spasta," Myrna said calmly. She headed straight for
the refrigerator, opened it and asked, "Do we have tomatoes and eggs at home?" Shit!
Didn't Mr. Larson agree to wait until Mya went to college before making a move?
He was busy entertaining guests all day long, and he was also using a self-deprecating strategy to have Mya
cook for him. Could this be considered as him not lifting a finger?
While Blake was condemning his hypocritical behavior, he was jumping up and down, exclaiming, "I want to eat
too! | haven't had dinner either!"
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