Will the Aloof Billi Chapter 510: Don’t Scare My People

Chapter 510: Chapter 510: Don’t Scare My People

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A simply and cleanly decorated tea restaurant.

The restaurant wasn’t big, with six tables and chairs inside. When Scarlett Yates and Matthew Saxon walked in, there was only one empty table left.

Scarlett was a bit surprised that Matthew brought her to such an unassuming little place.

She thought he only frequented upscale restaurants.

Besides the Boss, there were only two waiters. Seeing them co in, they warmly greeted them to sit down.

"You’re here." The Boss ca out of the kitchen, delivered a bowl of braised pork rice to the table next to theirs, then turned around to greet Matthew casually.

Both the tone and expression suggested they had known each other for a long ti and were on good terms.

"Yes."

"Oh, you’ve brought soone along." The Boss squinted, his already narrow eyes narrowing to slits.

He looked at Scarlett for a few seconds, then grinned and said, "She’s still a fresh young girl. Fella, don’t tell

she’s not of age yet."

Matthew gave him a glare, "Stop talking nonsense and put away your improper deanor, don’t scare off my person."

"Your person?" The Boss seed to have heard sothing intriguing, his eyes brightened, and his smile turned deep, "You’ve finally t your match, eh? That’s indeed an amusing event worth celebrating. I’ll buy a string of firecrackers to set off."

Matthew didn’t seem upset by this, instead, he smirked and calmly said, "I don’t have ti to banter with you today; she has to hurry to work. If we waste any more of her ti, you can forget about getting paid for the al."

"I run a small business here; even dear brothers must settle accounts. Don’t think you can shirk your al paynt." Upon hearing that Matthew might not pay, the Boss’s expression changed, imdiately adopting a business-like tone. After speaking, he retreated to the kitchen again and within minutes brought out a stack of dishes.

After placing the last basket of stead buns on the table, the Boss suddenly asked Scarlett with a friendly smile, "Young lady, are you working?"

Scarlett, although unsure of the exact relationship between the Boss and Matthew, could tell from their conversation that they were quite close. So she temporarily pushed aside her questions, smiled, and nodded to the Boss, "Yes."

"Oh? Where do you work?"

Scarlett coughed lightly in embarrassnt, "I wouldn’t say ’work’; I’m an intern, currently interning at Saint rcy."

"Saint rcy? Oh, so you’re a doctor? Being a doctor is great! A noble profession, saving lives as an angel in white, highly respected, very good!"

"Um, I’m not a doctor; I’m a nurse."

The Boss froze for a mont, then seed to understand and nodded appreciatively with a smile, again praising, "Nurses are good too; they equally save lives as angels in white, respectable and lovely, very good!"

Saving lives, respected by many...

Scarlett thought about the increasing incidents of dical disputes in recent years. Her lips twitched, and she let out an awkward laugh, "It’s just an ordinary job to earn a living, not as grand as the Boss described."

This livelihood is indeed becoming harder to sustain.

A few years ago, we really were respected as angels in white. But now, if not careful, one might end up labeled as unethical and heartless quacks. Any hint of a dical mishap, whether justified or not, would risk facing family disputes.