Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 242 “Okay.” Edmund looked at them again. “None of you are allowed to order alcohol.” Blondie and the others immediately froze. “Huh?” How could they come to this kind of place and not drink booze?.. 

It was so meaningless. The people looked at Edmund pitifully. 

However, Edmund merely gave them a cold look. 

The men had no choice but to simply order some juice. Sylvia was a little stunned. She thought about it and said, “Edmund, you guys can drink if you want. Don‘t mind me.” “That won‘t do. They‘re the type to go wild if they drink.” Sylvia pursed her lips at the words. Although they did not drink, they started to smoke before long. Sylvia could not stand the strong smell of smoke and quickly frowned At this time, Edmund also threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and shouted to them, “Put out all your cigs. No more smoking.” Grasshead was aggrieved. “Mr. Price, we can‘t drink, and we can‘t smoke either?” Edmund glared at him and raised his finger to point at the wall. “Don‘t you see the no smoking sign here?” There was a no–smoking sign on the wall. 

Grasshead closed his mouth. 

Blondie and the others also sullenly put out their cigarettes. They thought, ‘Mr. Price, you also smoked a few sticks yourself.’ However, with the good food that was served, they soon forgot about this. They ate while chatting and gossiping. Sylvia could not help but glance at Edmund. ‘Did he tell them not to smoke because he knew that I don‘t like smelling smoke? 

I thought. He‘s like a brash

became

finished, she walked outside with

to walk out of the restaurant, Sylvia smiled and

mention it,” he said. Then, he narrowed his

painter.” She stiffened and asked, “Yeah, what about it?” Edmund raised his hand to rub his head, smiling. “I also like collecting paintings. If

did not expect him to like collecting, so she immediately dropped her guard and smiled back at him. “Sure.” They walked out of

parking lot. After saying their goodbyes, Sylvia parted from them. As soon as she left, Grasshead scratched his head and asked suspiciously,

Smack! 

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