Zoe Lewis was startled: "Is that boss a pervert?"
She hurriedly pulled out her phone: "I’m calling the police!"
If not, who knows how many girls might be hard.
After calling the police, she cursed the boss a couple of tis, then with a bright smile, thanked Secretary Zhao: "Thanks a lot, Secretary Zhao. I’m really grateful. How about I treat you to dinner tomorrow if you’re free?"
"Not available."
"Then when are you free?"
"Not any ti soon."
Zoe was exasperated, why was he so unyielding? Wasn’t he quite gallant when he protected her just now?
Oh well, can’t rush things.
"How much did you spend just now? I’ll transfer the money to you."
"460."
Secretary Zhao reported the number and bank account, monts later received Zoe’s transfer.
Zoe stared at Secretary Zhao’s bank account number on her phone and quietly laughed.
Nice, this is information she hadn’t found before, now she got sothing new.
Today is indeed a good day!
The majestic Humr sped along, soon entering Mount Verity, and stopped beside a lush, green forest.
Voices faintly erged from inside, Zoe picked up the mahogany box, followed Secretary Zhao, happily entering the woods.
Isabella Weaver greeted her with a full smile: "Little Zoe!"
Zoe handed over the mahogany box cheerfully: "The old lady asked to bring you honey and blueberry jam, the jam is homade by , it’s really delicious!"
She hadn’t gone out to play for a long ti, seeing Isabella made her extrely elated. To her, Isabella defeated the overbearing Zoe Lewis, saving her from a dire situation, a hero, a great benefactor!
If it weren’t for Isabella, she might still be living under the shadow of Cherry Lewis and Ryder Lewis, without a chance to enjoy the beauty of nature.
Isabella noticed her eyes were red and worriedly asked: "Did the old lady give you a hard ti? Did Cherry bully you?"
Zoe shook her head vigorously: "No, the old lady’s been treating really well recently. I’m just so happy to see you! I knew Young Master Hunter allowed to co because of you!"
Isabella chuckled: "Then I can invite you to hang out more often, using Young Master Hunter’s na."
Zoe happily rolled up her sleeves: "Sure! The old lady said Young Master Hunter asked to cook, so today I’m going to show you all what I’ve got!"
The cooking expert had arrived, Harry Hunter finally felt relieved and imdiately handed the pot over to Zoe.
Rather than cooking, he’d rather follow Isabella all over the hills, digging wild vegetables and picking mushrooms.
Zoe took the pot, greeted David, Jace, who was tending the fire, and Grace Watt, who was busy preparing baked chicken, with the warmth of old friends, showing no sign of awkwardness.
The atmosphere was unprecedentedly lively, Isabella kept washing vegetables, her smile never fading.
Harry watched everything, nodding in satisfaction.
Finally found a suitable cook, soone who can cook, enliven the atmosphere, and be a friend, even an informant for Isabella.
How could Harry Hunter’s woman possibly lack friends?
What a joke!
Isabella’s phone rang incessantly in her bag, Harry took it out to see it was Cora Ginger calling.
He coldly hung up, blocked Cora Ginger’s number, deleted it, his actions were smooth and natural.
Now, no one should disturb his beloved wife’s delightful picnic.
Isabella, after so busy work, picked up a small basket, excitedly ran over to hold his hand: "Let’s go, husband, to dig wild vegetables! If we’re lucky, we might even find wild chickens and rabbits!"
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