"| want fried chicken and milk shakes.”

‘She added, "Rena used to cook fried chicken for me all the time."

She mentioned Rena on purpose.

Mark chuckled and thought Cecilia was being rather clever.

He whispered to Peter, "Order what she wants for her."

Looking at his boss, Peter was quite surprised. Mr. Evans wasn't usually this good-tempered and accommodating. It was always others who accommodated him. How could he compromise with a young woman like this?

It was a little difficult to believe that he would order fried chicken and milk shakes for someone.

Nonetheless, Peter got Cecilia what she wanted.

Sitting on the sofa in front of the French window, Cecilia was very satisfied. Mark had been in the circle for nearly 20 years, but all this time, he had been able to maintain such a fit and healthy body. He didn't eat too much.

He sat there and stared at the beautiful young lady in his suite.

She had been raised very well by the Fowler family.

Yesterday, she had tried to take her own life, and just now, she had a run-in with her ex-fiance. But at the moment, she was happily eating some fried chicken and sipping her milk shake. She looked carefree.

Mark couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

The leftovers on the table had already been removed. Peter whispered in Mark's ear,

"They've all arrived, Mr. Evans. Would you like to see them now?"

Mark nodded.

Peter inquired, "Shall we go to the study?”

Mark thought for a while and answered, "No need. The matter's not a very important thing anyway."

Hearing what they said, Cecilia dusted the crumbs off her shirt and smiled, "You go ahead with your work, Uncle Mark. We can talk about our business when you're done.”

Peter tried to hold in his laughter and failed miserably.

What business could Cecilia and Mr. Evans possibly have?

Mark didn't say anything.