Chapter 832:
Jessica looked at the flower bud in her hand. Bryan then instructed, âTake the flower away with you.â
He was aware that Gabriela would be upset if she saw the bud again. He anticipated that, in the future, Gabriela would guard the things she wanted more fiercely.
Left with no other option, Jessica discarded the flower bud in a trash bin, grabbed her purse, and left to buy a variety of treats for Gabriela.
In the office, Eileen struggled to soothe Gabriela. Once she succeeded, it was time to leave. On her way back, she stopped to pick up a new SIM card for Dalores and then headed straight to Daloresâ place with it.
She was surprised to find Kinsey at the house. He had answered the door.
âI need to discuss something with Ms. Sampson,â Eileen said.
Kinsey scrutinized her and inquired, âDid you purchase the phone for Dalores?â
âYes,â Eileen responded candidly. âWeâre all from Onaland, and it helps to stay connected. We canât do that if Dalores doesnât have a phone. Is there a problem with that? You seem unhappy. Iâm curious. After all, who doesnât have a mobile phone these days? Or are you suggesting she shouldnât have one?â
Kinseyâs eyes narrowed as he spoke, his voice laced with irritation. âDalores is my wife. Our relationship is our business, not yours.â He paused for a moment before adding, âWhat do you know about Dalores and Julioâs relationship?â
Eileen shook her head and replied curtly, âIâm here to give something to Dalores, not to engage in idle gossip with you. So, either you call her out now, or Iâll just come back when youâre not around.â
LαÏÑÑÏ Ï²Ð½Î±ÏÏÑrs ιn gð¶lðovÑlð.ð°om Kinsey was left at a loss for words.
Eileen, always so direct.
Kinsey glanced at the car parked behind Eileen, noticing a manâs silhouette inside. With a resigned sigh, he opened the door and instructed the servant to summon Dalores, allowing Eileen to wait inside.
After that, he walked out of the door, approached the car, and handed a cigarette through the window.
A voice floated out. âMy daughter is here. I canât smoke now.â
âMy apologies, Mr. Dawson. I didnât know,â Kinsey said, bowing his head slightly. âWould you like to come in? Itâs late, and you probably havenât eaten dinner. We have some food prepared at home.â
Bryan looked up from his phone, considering the offer. After a moment, he nodded. âAlright, thank you. Iâll park the car first. Please tell Eileen to just wait inside.â
Kinsey was taken aback. His invitation had been part networking attempt, part courtesy. He hadnât expected Bryan to accept so readily. He actually didnât have enough dishes prepared at home.
As Bryan parked his car, Kinsey hurried back to the villa, instructing the servants to prepare more dishes. He then hastily called a five-star hotel for food delivery, afraid the servants wouldnât be able to prepare the food in time.
Eileen had just handed Dalores a SIM card when Kinsey returned. She made to leave, but he stopped her.
âNo need to rush off. Mr. Dawson will be joining us for dinner shortly.â With that, Kinsey disappeared upstairs.
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