"They’re not as fast as you," Seraphina Sinclair teased her. "When it cos to eating, no one can beat you."
Rosalie Quinn wasn’t offended at all; instead, she felt a bit proud. "That’s right, food is the essence of life. If you’re not enthusiastic about eating, there must be sothing wrong with your head."
Just as they were chatting, Camille White arrived. Following Seraphina Sinclair’s suggestion, he brought two large boxes of milk and a variety of drinks and juices.
"Did you buy so much to open a convenience store?" Seraphina Sinclair was stunned by all the bags and boxes.
Camille White smiled gently. "I didn’t know what everyone liked to drink, so I just randomly picked up so."
At that mont, Quentin Jennings also walked in carrying a wooden box. Seeing quite a few people there, he exclaid, "Wow, so many people! Did I bring too little alcohol?"
Seraphina Sinclair originally only wanted one bottle, but Quentin Jennings, being straightforward, brought a whole case.
She quickly said, "That’s enough, that’s enough. We also have quite a bit of good wine in the cellar. See what you want to drink later, and I’ll go get it."
"Where’s Master Fairchild?" Quentin Jennings looked around but couldn’t find Desmond Fairchild.
Seraphina Sinclair pointed towards the kitchen. "Hey, your Master Fairchild is preparing the soup base."
With that, she suddenly slapped her forehead and exclaid, "Oh no, I forgot to wash the vegetables. I’ll go wash them first, you guys sit for a bit."
Everyone present was an old acquaintance, so she didn’t need to entertain them personally, and Seraphina Sinclair left everyone and headed to the kitchen.
Rosalie Quinn glanced at Simon Finch. Although she didn’t speak, Simon Finch understood the aning in her eyes.
"I’ll go help."
Seeing this, Camille White imdiately stood up. "I’ll go too."
Quentin Jennings was stunned and was thinking about whether to go help, but Rosalie Quinn stopped him. "They both know how to cook, you who don’t know how to cook should just stay out of it."
...
Quentin Jennings was left speechless.
Once several of the big n entered the kitchen, their tall statures filled the space, and even though the kitchen was not small, it suddenly felt a bit crowded.
Desmond Fairchild walked past Seraphina Sinclair and whispered in her ear, "You don’t need to help here, go take a rest."
Seraphina Sinclair opened her mouth to refute but then realized that everyone present was a skilled cook. She, being a novice, was indeed a bit unnecessary there. Though reluctant, she wiped her hands and stepped out.
She had initially wanted to learn so culinary skills, but it seed she would have to find another opportunity later.
After Seraphina Sinclair was ushered out, the n swiftly closed the door.
They were acting all secretive, and she had no idea what they were talking about.
Of course, Seraphina Sinclair wasn’t very interested in these matters. Since they didn’t need her help, she was happy to relax and went to the living room to chat with Rosalie Quinn and Quentin Jennings.
On seeing Quentin Jennings, Seraphina Sinclair suddenly rembered the ti Desmond Fairchild had taken her to the mountain, and she questioned Quentin Jennings, "Was it you who made Desmond take to Flower City and face the cold wind?"
Quentin Jennings quickly waved his hand, "Sis, you can’t bla . I told Master Fairchild to take you to the hot springs, but I didn’t expect him to take you for a tour in the undeveloped area first."
Any normal person wouldn’t take their girlfriend to discuss work on a date. Who knew what was going on in Master Fairchild’s mind?
"Can you please stop giving him bad ideas in the future? You’re not the sa as President Fairchild, right?" Rosalie Quinn looked at him with disdain, "You’re a playboy trying to use your usual tricks on Seraphina. What do you take Seraphina for?"
"A woman," Quentin Jennings replied honestly. "No matter how strong or independent she is, Seraphina is a woman. As long as she’s a woman, my courting tactics work. Weren’t the fireworks last night beautiful?"
Rosalie looked at him skeptically, "Did you suggest to President Fairchild to take Seraphina out?"
Quentin Jennings nodded, "Uh-huh."
Rosalie had also seen last night’s fireworks and couldn’t find words to refute for a mont.
Instead, Seraphina Sinclair smiled gently, "I really liked the fireworks last night."
She admitted that Quentin Jennings was right. As long as she’s a woman, she would like romance. The fireworks last night were beautiful, and the sky lanterns were romantic too. Now thinking back, they all made wishes yesterday; what was Desmond Fairchild’s wish?
She wouldn’t be foolish enough to believe it was world peace, though curious, it wasn’t that important.
Her only wish now is for her family to live a safe and happy life. Of course, before that, she has more important things to do.
The matter of avenging her father was sothing she was determined to accomplish.
In the kitchen.
Simon Finch was washing vegetables, Camille White was peeling garlic, and Desmond Fairchild was chopping ingredients.
The air was filled with the sll of awkwardness.
Simon Finch and Camille White already knew each other, but for Desmond Fairchild, they were just Seraphina Sinclair’s friends and had no direct connection to him.
So he didn’t plan to say anything, maintaining his usual cold deanor.
But Camille White, usually gentle and soft-spoken, suddenly curled his thin lips and broke the silence, "I don’t think President Fairchild would do nothing about Ethan Lloyd."
Simon Finch listened but did not interrupt.
Desmond Fairchild’s face changed as soon as he heard Ethan Lloyd’s na. "He deserves to die."
"He’s not the only one who deserves to die," Camille White’s gentle face briefly showed a hint of somberness, but it quickly faded.
"He won’t live for more than a couple of days," Desmond Fairchild said as he sliced a small quail in half with a sharp knife on the cutting board.
Camille White slightly nodded, a constant smile on his handso face, "I think so too."
Hearing their conversation, Simon Finch shook his head and sighed, mourning for Ethan Lloyd for a second.
Of all people to offend, why the White brothers and Desmond Fairchild? Now with both forces against him, if Ethan Lloyd stays in Bayside City, he is as good as dead.
But to Simon Finch, such scum doesn’t deserve to live.
He had known Seraphina Sinclair for years, watching her step by step through difficult tis; he knew how tough it had been for her.
"If there’s anything I can help with, just say the word," Simon Finch suddenly spoke.
Desmond Fairchild and Camille White exchanged glances and said in unison, "Will do."
Everyone sided with Seraphina Sinclair, sharing the sa thought: Ethan Lloyd must die.
Of course, not only Ethan Lloyd.
Desmond Fairchild’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a nacing aura filled the small kitchen.
"Is it ready yet? I’m starving here," Rosalie Quinn rubbed her empty stomach. She had been upset all day and hadn’t eaten anything from morning till night, now she was really hungry.
Quentin Jennings was the sa, busy with Seraphina Sinclair’s news all day without ti to eat, he was also starving.
The only one who was better off was Seraphina Sinclair, blissfully unaware of everything, eating and drinking as usual, so her spirits were much better than theirs.
She laughed at the usually glamorous pair now sighing with hunger, taking out two apples and handing them over, "Have a snack first. I’ll go set the table; it should be ready soon, don’t worry."
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