Chapter 813 This isn’t about killing people to silence them, is it?

Nydia is in a jubilant mood when she learns that the CFO adores her and asks Jesse to invite the CFO to her home for dinner.

The CFO is flustered when he is told to go to the president’s house for dinner tomorrow night.

“What? The president invited me to dinner?” He looked at Vergil in shock.

“Mr. Noffsinger, what’s that look on your face? It’s to dinner not the guillotine.”

He laughed awkwardly, he thought that the president invited him for dinner maybe he wanted to kill someone, after all, he knew about the president’s soft food.

So scared!

“Have you ever eaten any of Mrs. Pascall’s cooking?” Vergil chatted with him when he saw the still strange expression on his face.

“No. I wanted to eat in the Reflecting Moon before, but Mrs. Pascall doesn’t cook anymore.” He was still sorry to mention it.

“Then you can savor Mrs. Pascall’s cooking tomorrow, one of a kind!” Vergil was already gulping at the mere mention of it.

He also just ate it during the days when the president was hospitalized, but those dishes were specially made for the president, and although they were delicious, they were ultimately bland, and he liked to eat the heavier dishes made by Mrs. Pascall.

“Vergil, so what should I bring as a gift tomorrow?” It would hurt less, and be lighter in case of extermination.

“Well … just bring some fruits, they don’t lack anything after all, or toys for kids or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”

Vergil walked away still wondering why the CFO’s expression was like that.

And the CFO sat dumbfounded for ten minutes until someone from below called him to slow down.

By the afternoon of the next day, he was restless and distracted, thinking that he must have annoyed the president with what he had said earlier in the office, and that’s why he was invited to dinner!

After he prepared his things, he rushed to the villa as soon as he got off work.

Even if he was looking for trouble, he couldn’t be late, a hitman’s professionalism, he arrived ten minutes early.

“Hello Vice President.”

“Hello hello hello, come in.”

“This is a little bit of fruit that I bought, and things for children, you don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind, just put it here.”

There was a stranger in Molly and Tavish’s house, and Molly immediately called out, “Hello uncle.”

“Hello hello hello, I names Noffsinger, my name is Marco, I work as a finance director at Pascall Group.” He nervously introduced himself, even his occupation.

“Hello Uncle Noffsinger.”

Nydia thought something was wrong with him.

“What’s wrong with you? It doesn’t seem like you’re feeling well.” It’s not that hot, why are you sweating?

“It’s fine, it’s just that I’m a little uncomfortable at the president’s house for the first time, I’ll be fine in a while, I’m just a little nervous.”

This makes Nydia cry and laugh, wanting to say this person can be real sincere.

“Molly and Tavish, you guys entertain Uncle Noffsinger while Mommy goes to the kitchen.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Marco didn’t feel any pressure with the two kids, he’d heard that the president’s two kids were smart, and today it was true.

Still, he couldn’t help but send a message to Vergil.

[Fold ah, why aren’t you here? When are you coming? It won’t be so lonely to have a companion to stay with.

There was no reply.

He then waited and waited and finally waited for Vergil, however besides Vergil there was Jesse.

“President!”

“You’re early.”

The simplicity of the sentence made him instantly bad; it was as if he read the subtext: so aggressively rushing to cast off?

“Jesse’s back.” Nydia stepped forward to hug Jesse, who gently pushed her away, “I just got back from being outside all germy, I’m going to take a shower first.”

After taking two steps he backed up and looked at Marco.

Marco froze, hard to believe he had to shower too.

“Sanitize him.”

Marco was at a loss for words, fortunately Vergil pulled him aside to sterilize him together, explaining to him, “Mrs. Pascall’s pregnancy is more critical now, so the president is more strict about hygiene, just get used to it.”

“Vergil, do you remember the one thing all pigs have to do after they get the butcher.”

“Huh?” Vergil frowned, a little unsure, but meeting Marco’s expectant eyes, he carefully recalled, “They all have to eat pork.”

“And before eating pork?”

“Well … bathe the pig.”

Marco looked at him then at himself, “Do we look like … now?”

Vergil didn’t hold back a laugh, “Marco, get a face, what makes you look like a pig? But looking at it like this, it does ha!”

“Damn, Vergil I can’t stand it when you say I look like a pig haha, there’s no such thing as a smart pig is there?”

“…” Where is this going?

Finally dinner was served.

Marco picked up his fork and looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, a bit at a loss as to which one to eat.

“Don’t be polite, eat or … you won’t be able to grab it.” Nydia kindly reminded.

Sure enough, Molly and Vergil had already started to eat desperately, Tavish was sort of eating more normally, Jesse was eating less and occasionally swept him a glance, and every time he couldn’t help but decipher his eyes.

“What are you looking at me for? Do I have food on my face?” Jesse disliked Marco when he saw him always peeking at him.

“No no, just wanted to say that you should eat more, President, you’ve lost a lot of weight.”

“Eat your food and leave me alone.”

“Uncle Noffsinger, don’t mind my daddy, today’s dish is for guests, mommy will give daddy a small meal later.” Molly explained.

“And oh uncle it’s rare to eat my mommy’s cooking, you have to eat more or you won’t know when you’ll be able to eat it next time, Uncle Vergil can only eat it once in a long time.”

Vergil nodded his head back and forth with no intention of stopping his fork at all.

Marco looked at Vergil who was wolfing down the food and was infected with an appetite, thinking whatever, eat first, it tastes really good.

Then he ate his fill, his belt buckle was unbearable and he was too embarrassed to unbuckle it, so he could only endure it.

“Mr. Noffsinger, it’s my intention to invite you to our home today.”

Huh?

“Nowadays the situation is so complicated, things in the company still need you to be more attentive, let’s work together to get this difficult time through together, I believe that he can get back on his feet, so that you are a credit to the company.”

So it was Mrs. Pascall who invited me, that’s a relief.

Looking at Marco as relieved as he was, Nydia found it a bit strange that the guy was acting strange from the moment he walked in the door.

Vergil also finally figured it out.

“Mrs. Pascall, he’s probably afraid that this is a premeditated party.”

Marco wanted to cover Vergil’s mouth too late, why say it? Why say it now if you didn’t say it earlier? How embarrassing! Society died!

“Why do you feel that way?”

“It’s … what I said in the office before, worrying that the president got angry, so …” really didn’t have the face to say any more.

It made Nydia think he was getting cuter and cuter.

“By the way, how old are you?”

“Me, thirty-two.”

“Married?”

“Still, not yet.”

“What kind of girls do you like?”

Marco froze, and he felt how a cool aura enveloped him.

He subconsciously looked in Jesse’s direction, as if there was a murderous aura.