Elly Campbell was indeed curious about this, but she always thought Leo Hall wouldn’t tell her, so she didn’t waste her breath asking.
Seeing him ask proactively now, she looked at him and said directly, "Curious."
Leo Hall pointed to the sofa, gesturing for her to sit down again, and said:
"Sit for a while longer, and I’ll tell you."
Elly calculated the ti; there was still an hour left until off work, so she sat down again.
Leo Hall sat opposite her, poured Elly a glass of juice, and for himself, he held a glass of milk, sipping slowly.
This psychological deviant, like a child, holding a cup of milk, sipping it with signs of milk foam on his lips, paired with his innocent face, was quite incongruous.
This man, in front of anyone, wouldn’t make them think he was a psychologically disturbed research mogul.
His face was more suited for the entertainnt industry as a young idol, or being a teacher in a kindergarten—essentially, not fitting at all with a research mogul, especially a deviant one.
"Can you speak now?"
Elly patiently asked him.
Leo Hall lifted his eyes from the milk in front of him, looked at her, and instead of directly answering her question, he asked her another one:
"Do you know why I call you sister-in-law?"
Elly didn’t answer; originally, she thought he used this term to get closer to her, but hearing his question now, it seed there was another layer of aning.
Holding the milk cup in his palm, he lowered his eyes and let out a few amused chuckles, looking at Elly, he said:
"Have you ever heard the saying? Nothing compares to dumplings..."
The latter half of the sentence he didn’t finish, but Elly imdiately understood his unspoken implication.
Nothing compares to a sister-in-law.
Elly’s face darkened, she stood up directly from the sofa, "Where’s the door? I want to leave."
This ti Leo Hall didn’t ignore her question, instead, he pointed to the position of the white tal archway.
Elly glared at him coldly, stood up, and walked straight towards the door.
From behind, ca Leo Hall’s slow voice, "That poison of my dear sister-in-law..."
Elly’s footsteps suddenly halted.
The "dear sister-in-law" he spoke of naturally referred to Helen lendy.
Upon hearing him ntion Helen lendy’s poison, she thought of his pharmaceutical talents, a thought crossed her mind, she turned around, a faint spark of anticipation flashed in her eyes.
Leo Hall pointed his forefinger at himself, and said:
"I have a way to cure it."
"Really?"
Elly returned, "You really have a way?"
"That kind of thing, for , is a piece of cake."
He, like a conceited child, carried a confidence in his eyes that couldn’t be ignored.
Even though Elly held countless grievances against him in her heart, she couldn’t help but admit that at this mont, she had high expectations for him.
But she wasn’t the type of woman to have unrealistic fantasies, thinking Leo Hall would selflessly help her with this.
"What kind of reward do you want?"
Leo Hall smiled, "What do you think... I lack?"
Elly knew Leo Hall didn’t lack money; even without the Hall Clan, or the material life provided by William Hall, his father, she also knew he didn’t lack money.
With his skills, if outsiders knew, he would be the target of top pharmaceutical companies worldwide.
"I don’t know."
Elly didn’t want to play guessing gas with him, nor did she have the interest, she just wanted Harry Hall to quickly state his conditions.
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