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As soon as Alexander started his car, he received a message from Peter.
âDone deal. Zaneâs contract is signed. I offered him over ten million dollars more, and he begrudgingly accepted.â
Elizabeth responded with a simple âok,â and then seemed to drop the matter.
It wasnât the extra ten million dollars that enticed Zane; he was genuinely curious about who this âAladdinâs Magic Lampâ really was.
Unfortunately, the mysterious person remained resolute in their anonymity.
Looking at his reflection, Zane murmured to himself, âCould it be theyâre interested in my looks?â
Without any support from the Wilson family in the entertainment industry, he had thought about giving up and returning home to inherit the family fortune.
But then, fortune favored him.
What did this mysterious benefactor see in him?
Zaneâs anxiousness lasted for what felt like an eternity.
In the car.
âWhy are you helping me again?â Elizabeth bluntly asked Alexander.
Alexander glanced at her, âWhat do you mean?â
âI know you posted on the forum.â Elizabethâs gaze fixed on Alexanderâs chiseled side profile.
Why did he keep assisting her?
This was a novel experience tor Professor Lawrence, who wasnât used to such favors. She was curious.
âEmily asked me to,â Alexander replied offhandedly, assuming that since Elizabeth had few friends, sheâd easily guess it was him.
Emily internally exclaimed, âWhat?â
âWhen did I do that?â
Elizabeth nodded, saying, âI owe you another favor.â
Alexander, amused, said, âThen you better work hard.â
Elizabeth pursed her lips, resisting the urge to say, âI might be richer than you.â
About an hour later, they arrived at Williams House. The mansion was massive, easily ten times the size of the Wilson estate.
The barbecue grill had already been set up in the garden by the servants. Emily wanted to experience the joy of grilling herself, so she didnât ask the servants to prep the ingredients.
She handed a pink apron to Elizabeth, âElizabeth, letâs do this together.â
After a moment of staring at the pink apron, Elizabeth took it, murmuring, âOkay.â
Alexander didnât expect them to cook anything good. He remembered that Elizabeth couldnât cook, and last time, she nearly wrecked the kitchen. He didnât want his taste buds to suffer.
He turned to leave, but then he saw Elizabeth pick up a slicing knife and take a cucumber, preparing to cut it.
He instinctively frowned, thinking, âWasnât she cut by a knife and her finger injured last time? Hasnât she learned her lesson?â
Alexander stepped forward to take the knife away from Elizabeth.
However, before he could do anything, he saw Elizabeth, with a calm expression, skillfully slicing the cucumber with easeâtap, tap, tapâ¦
A perfectly good cucumber was neatly sliced by her, with consistent width as if it had been done by a professional machine.
Alexanderâs eye twitched as his gaze fell on Elizabeth, who had a seemingly innocent and harmless face.â
âHey, little girl.â
âWhat?â Elizabeth looked up, her expert knife skills still in motion.
So skillful. So deft.
Well, well, well.
Realization hit Alexander. He had been deceived by Elizabeth. All her tales of terrible cooking skills were a lie!
Yet, he wasnât angry. He felt amused and delighted by the discovery.
Such a sweet little girl playing tricks was quite a rarity.
âCanât cook, huh? Breaking bowls? Cutting fingers? Making me cook for you?â Alexanderâs smile was teasing.
Elizabeth paused momentarily.
The next second.
Her knife hit the chopping board. She looked up with a mischievous face, pretending, âOops, I made a mistake.â
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Alexander was speechless.
He wasnât fooled..