Chapter 811 Don’t You Have Hands?

Mateo’s face fell. Just as he was about to turn her down, he looked up and saw Crayson staring sternly at him. Left with no choice, he rose and sat down on the chair beside it.

Just then, Matthew took off his apron and shuffled toward them from the kitchen. “Come on, Master Iron. I’ve reserved a seat for you.” Eleanor patted the seat beside her with a bright smile. “Don’t you think I treat you well?”

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an insinuation in her words. She was trying to mock Veronica, who was seated

we’ll start having lunch.” Hayley never came down to

conversation, and there didn’t seem to be any hostility going on

felt that Eleanor was suited to be a diplomat. She was a person who could perfectly hide all her emotions from her face, and no one could

have a taste of the fish.” Eleanor picked up a piece of the meat with a fork and put it into her mouth. As she devoured it, she gave Matthew a thumbs-up. “You certainly live up

never expected it to be so good, but he still pretended to

they expected the food served to them to be spicy. However, not every dish had to

onions and carrots. After that, he added a handful

a taste, then said to Matthew, “Your

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