Chapter 16 Crystal Shrimp Dumplings

Downstairs

Over ten managers had arrived since receiving the news last night. It was now close to eleven in the morning, and they hadn't even had breakfast.

The Gomez' staff had prepared a table full of breakfast for these managers-they were always excellent at hospitality--but just because the hosts had this kind of intention didn't mean they were qualified to accept it. The managers expressed their lack of hunger one after another.

What a joke. How could they eat when the work hadn't even started?

They were risking their lives... and giving up work.

Michael came out of his guest room after working on documents all night. After taking a shower, he planned to come down and eat something, only to find the chef busy in the kitchen.

She asked and found out that many had arrived to eat the Mutant girl.

Later, he also learned that those cowardly managers dared not eat. He stormed into the room where they were waiting and shouted, "Eat! How can you work without eating? Besides, if you don't eat, what do you think the Gomez will think? Are they not being hospitable enough?"

With such a strong reprimand, the group of managers sat down at the dining table, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but they stuffed food into their mouths at the sight of it.

They certainly didn't dare to think that the Gomez were lacking in hospitality.

Looking at this group of cowards, Michael shook his head and sat at another table, picking up a sandwich and eating it in a leisurely manner.

managers were all stunned. Sensing their gaze, Michael

food,

insight, they knew who this was. He was Mr. Gomez's right-hand man, always by

legendary figure appeared before them, joining breakfast and sharing a table with them. The managers felt like they were

didn't expect him to be anywhere near the angelic figure his name suggested. It was quite comforting, however, that he was down-to-Earth

knew their thoughts, he

they knew that despite being called Michael, he was anything but angelic and wouldn't hesitate to kill without batting an eye, they would regret

to catch sight

"Mr. Gomez... is here."

this, the others immediately stood up, causing a grating sound as

a cold, piercing

looking at the person before them with the nervousness of students seeing

This was Mr. Gomez?

wonder he had such a strong presence. Just one glance

in anger. If this were in the past, these people would have been dragged out by the

managers followed Michael 's lead, their voices filled with the utmost

shallowly

their feet. Instead, he instructed the timid managers to sit down. These managers really lacked composure. In normal situations, they must have encountered many grand occasions. This was hardly grand, so why were they so out of their element in critical moments

hall, a variety of international breakfast cuisines were laid out, each

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