Aunt Lucy’s smile deepened, “Not really, but mister stays over once in a while I guess, like last night, so I packed some clothes for him to come over.”
“Is that so?” Christine White still felt something was wrong.
Aunt Lucy’s explanation, however, makes perfect sense.
“That’s right.” Aunt Lucy nodded her head back and forth, “Okay ma’am, without further ado, why don’t you put Mr.’s things in his room and I’ll put these dishes in the kitchen.”
With that, she carried her groceries and left, leaving Christine White alone with that suitcase.
Having no choice, Christine White sighed and resigned herself to doing as she was told.
By the time she put her suitcase away and came out, Aunt Lucy had also washed a plate of fruit and was just coming out of the kitchen.
Seeing her, Aunt Lucy smiled and beckoned, “Mistress come over here, this is the fruit that was flown in this morning, it was just picked from the tree, it’s fresh, Mr. specially asked me to bring it over for you to eat, Mistress.”
Christine White walked over to take a look and chose a strawberry to bite into.
Aunt Lucy asked her, “How does it taste?”
“Sweet.” She nodded with clanking eyes.
Aunt Lucy shoved all that plate right into her hand, “You eat more then ma’am.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White answered.
She loved fruits herself, and this plate of fruits tasted better than the normal ones, so naturally she wouldn’t refuse it.
Aunt Lucy didn’t bother Christine White when she saw that she was enjoying her meal, so she grabbed a rag and started cleaning up.
By noon, Aunt Lucy finished cooking and came out of the kitchen with her cell phone, “Ma’am, can I trouble you about something?”
“What’s wrong?” Christine White looked at her quizzically.
Aunt Lucy shook her phone, “It’s like this, just now Mr. called and said Gates was out running errands and didn’t order for him so he asked me to deliver it but I can’t because I have to make a trip back to the villa in a few minutes.”
“You mean, for me to deliver it to him?” Christine White caught her words.
Aunt Lucy nodded, “Like, ma’am do you promise?”
Christine White dropped her eyes slightly, not agreeing or refusing, “Why doesn’t he order his own food?”
Aunt Lucy laughed, “Mister is a workaholic, he doesn’t have a life at all from time to time other than he can cook, besides ordering things like this is what Gates usually does, how could he, a boss, know the phone number for ordering food.”
Christine White thought about it, “I know, I’ll run it then.”
“That’s great.” Aunt Lucy happily returned to the kitchen and quickly carried a lunch box out, handing it over to her with a solemn admonition, “Ma’am, Mr. is at the headquarters, so don’t make a mistake.”
“Don’t worry.” Christine White nodded, then carried her lunchbox out the door.
But as soon as she left the house, she regretted it.
Because she didn’t eat either.
But it was all promised, so she had no choice but to endure it.
Thinking about it, Christine White sighed helplessly and stopped a cab to go to the headquarters of The Lane Family Group.
Speaking of which, this was her first time going to the headquarters, she had only seen pictures of the headquarters building on the internet before, but she had never gone to see it with her own eyes.
She had thought of going secretly, maybe she could even see him, but at that time she was timid, she had the heart of a thief but not the guts, so she was afraid that he would really find out after she went there.
I didn’t realize that now she had a reason to go in the right direction, and I wondered if the headquarters would be anything like what it looked like in the photos.
Thinking about this, Christine White tightened the lunchbox in her hand with anticipation.
Half an hour later, the car stopped.
Christine White got out of the car and stood on the curb without moving, but instead raised her head and looked up at the building, which was too much taller and more brilliant than her original company, and silently sighed in her heart.
With such a high building, the building is curved from the bottom up, and this whole building, is the office building of The Lane Family Group, unlike her original company, where half of the floors are rented out to other companies of all sizes.
So it’s true that it’s the headquarters, so rich and powerful.
After surveying the headquarters building for a while, Christine White let out a deep breath, suppressed the various emotions within her, and lifted her foot into the building.
“Hello.” She came to the front desk.
The receptionist sized her up and smiled as she inquired, “Hello, how may I help you young lady?”
“Uh, that I’m here to deliver food to your president.” Christine White lifted her lunchbox.
A flash of surprise crossed the receptionist’s eyes, which passed in an instant, and she resumed her professional smile, “Are you Aunt Lucy, miss?”
“Eh?” Christine White froze.
She’s Aunt Lucy?
What young girl is called Auntie?
So Christine White shook her head, “No.”
“No?” The receptionist raised an eyebrow, then asked, “So you’re a servant in President Lane’s household?”
The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched.
Why is she a servant again?
Couldn’t she have used anything else but a servant? Like President Lane’s wife?
Despite this thought in her mind, Christine White didn’t say so, she always remembered Baird Lane’s words that she was not allowed to announce their relationship to the public, so she could only break her teeth and swallow her blood.
“Yes.” She admitted with a hard smile.
A servant is a servant, as long as she can hide her true relationship with Baird Lane, she doesn’t care about anything else.
“Okay, you can go up now.” The receptionist pointed her palm towards the elevator in front of her, “There is the president’s special elevator that goes straight to the president’s office, you can go up from there.”
“It’s that simple, don’t you have to call and check with your president?” Christine White was slightly surprised.
The receptionist smiled and explained, “The president greeted him half an hour ago, saying that as long as he confirms his identity, he can be released directly, so there’s no need to notify the president again.”
“So, I see, thanks.” Christine White smiled at her and carried her lunchbox towards the special elevator, then went up to the top floor under the gazes of some people who were either envious, jealous, or puzzled.
“Come in.” Hearing the knock on the door, Baird Lane was reviewing papers and spat out two words without looking up.
Christine White, outside the door, heard it and gently pushed the metal door open and stepped inside.
Once inside, she didn’t make a sound and walked straight to the man’s desk.
As she walked, she secretly surveyed the office that really belonged to him.
This office, bigger, more open and more luxurious than the one he had at the branch, especially the rows of bookshelves that were piled high, was simply staggering.
Was she even wondering if he could even see over it?
“Here to deliver the papers?” Baird Lane snapped.
Christine White hurriedly withdrew her eyes and whispered back, “No.”
“Hmm?” Baird Lane was baffled for a moment, and his motion of approving papers slowed.
This voice …
Is it just him?
Baird Lane puts down his pen and lifts his head toward the opposite side of the room.
At this look, his sword brows raised, and his face, which had always been unperturbed, unprecedentedly surfaced with a touch of surprise, “Why are you here?”
“I’m here to bring you your food.” Christine White placed the lunchbox in front of him.
Baird Lane looked at it and was instantly dazed, “Why not Aunt Lucy?”
“Aunt Lucy had to go back to the villa for something, so she asked me specifically to deliver it.” Christine White explained briefly, “It didn’t interrupt your work, did it?”
“No, I was surprised and pleasantly surprised that you came.” Baird Lane stood up and pulled her toward the lounge area not far away with her lunchbox in one hand.
“Surprise?” Christine White sat down after him, “What’s the surprise.”
“It’s a surprise to see you as a person.” Baird Lane said, opening the lunchbox.
A strong smell of rice wafted through the air.
Christine White didn’t move to take two sniffs, and immediately afterward, her stomach rumbled uncontrollably.
Baird Lane frowned at her, “You didn’t eat?”