Chapter 95: Where is Ellen Young 0095?_1
Chapter 95: Where is Ellen Young 0095?_1
Zoe Lewis is Clinton White’s wife.
Moonia Aquarium was nad after the combination of his and his wife’s nas.
As for why not to hang the boss’s na—
He and the boss are so pure, why hang the boss’s na.
The boss’s Wanton Group is already eye-catching enough, if they continue with businesses carrying the “Wanton” na, then it’s obvious that the company boss’s na includes “Wanton.”
That would arouse others’ suspicions.
Anyway, Moonia Aquarium also belongs to the Wanton Group.
After educating Zoe about Ellen, Clinton patted Zoe’s head, “If you’re free, you can also go for so tutoring. I don’t want our future kids to have my looks but your IQ.”
Zoe glared at Clinton fiercely, “What do you an by that?!”
Just because you’re a genius, you think you can look down on people?
Just after blurting that out, Zoe suddenly beca curious and asked, “By the way, does the boss have a boyfriend? She’s so outstanding, surely there must be lots of people chasing her, right?”
Clinton let out a snorting laugh, “Not a chance!”
He shared the bitter history of the masses of n, “Since the boss started studying, she was underage; would you dare make a move on a little girl of just a few years old when you’re 20? When the students who are kind of her age arrived, she was already a professor and a big shot in the research lab, with such a high IQ, too. You ask her a few questions and she thinks you’re beyond hope of being smart; if you were in their shoes, would you have thoughts about such an immortal?”
Of course, there are those who have thoughts.
But are they worthy?
Clinton said, “In Hadton, there’s still a saying that if another professor calls you stupid, then you must truly be stupid. If Ellen calls you stupid, it doesn’t necessarily an you are because, in her eyes, everyone is stupid.”
Zoe: “…”
She looked at the screen, wondering who could be so fortunate as to stay by the side of such an immortal boss?
Or perhaps—she might never marry?
***
Ellen had finished preparing lunch, and Lucy dutifully went to get the bowls and chopsticks.
Until a deep, magnetic voice ca from outside, “Ellen, there’s a delivery.”
Ellen was still in the kitchen, but Lucy heard it and hurried to open the picket fence door.
But the mont she opened the door, her mind went blank.
The person standing at the door was an exceptionally tall man, clearly not one of the familiar couriers from the past few days; a new one had arrived.
But… how should she put it?
The newcor was dressed in black sports jacket and had a duckbill cap pressed down on his head, seemingly to obscure his face, with the brim pulled down very low.
However, he was so tall that when Lucy looked up, she saw his captivating, peerlessly handso face.
Having been in the industry for so many years, she had never seen a man so attractive.
Temporarily suffocated by his looks, Lucy’s eyes widened in shock and she was at a loss for words.
His slender fingertips were holding a perfectly square black cardboard box, and even the bones in his wrist were beautifully shaped.
The man curled his lips, seemingly indifferent, “Where’s Ellen?”
His voice was so low that it seed to tickle the very tip of one’s heart, causing it to flutter wildly and beat very fast.
Lucy instinctively responded, “Ellen is inside cooking. Is there a delivery for her? I can sign for it.”
But the man shifted his wrist away, “This is a very important delivery; it needs to be signed for by the person concerned.”
Lucy was stunned, subconsciously calling into the house, “Ellen, there’s a delivery for you.”
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