Chapter 864

Bernard checked the time, then turned to Taylor, “Planning to mooch off my lunch, are you?”

Taylor waved his hand nonchalantly, “Nope, my wife’s bringing me lunch. I’ll hang here for a bit then take off

Bernard blinked, “Your wife… delivers your lunch every day?”

Taylor beamed, “Yeah, she insists outdoor food is sketchy, so she prefers to deliver herself.”

As if on cue, a graceful figure emerged outside the CEO’s office. There stood Taylor’s wife, lunch box in hand, waving at him

Seeing his wife, Taylor sprang up. “Time for me to split. Don’t forget to eat.”

As Taylor accepted the lunch box from his wife and they strolled hand in hand towards the elevator, Bernard’s expression subtly changed.

He picked up his phone on the table, hesitated for a few seconds, then texted Eleanor

the grub at the company

busy painting, blinked at

how about eating out? There are plenty of posh restaurants near Laurence

an eyebrow before

the food outside sucks

takeaway

that,

a wry smile. Forget it, he

that Bernard didn’t reply to her message, Eleanor put down her paintbrush, propped her chin on her hand,

to

Laurence Group as Mrs.

to the kitchen, personally cooked up some

the food in a thermal container, called Scott, and with a bunch of bodyguards

front of his computer when

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