Chapter 283 Deliveryman

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Percy felt a bit awkward when he heard his father’s words. His father had forced him to dress in his military uniform for this visit.

He extended his hand towards Isabelle and introduced himself, “Hello, I’m Percy Sarratt.”

Isabelle nodded slightly but didn’t shake his hand.

“Come in,” she said as she turned to enter the villa.

Percy retracted his hand and shrugged helplessly at his father.

Carl gave Percy an encouraging yet intimidating look and pushed him through the door. “That’s an order.”

Isabelle brought out her needles.

“Watch carefully. Isabelle has real skills; even Arlo praises her highly, and I’m not exaggerating, Carl said

to his son.

Turning to Isabelle, he added, “‘Isabelle, I don’t mean anything by this; I’m just hoping young people could become friends, even if they’re ordinary friends.”

Carl continued, “Have you had dinner? After you finish the treatment, how about we all go out for a meal?”

Isabelle replied, “No need, someone will bring my dinner soon.”

“Someone is bringing your dinner? Well, then another time. Whenever you have time, we’ll arrange it” Carl looked at Isabelle with a warm, eager gaze, almost as if he were looking at a future daughter–in–law.

He signaled frantically for his son to say something.

Percy, who was more accustomed to training soldiers than making conversation, struggled. His ment feared him as if he were the devil; how could he chat with a girl?

Especially one he just met?

son’s effort, suspected Carl had more than just casual friendship in

didn’t give him the

Carl took matters into his

Norward to recruit you after your exam results came out. Truly outstanding. By the way, Isabelle, your shooting

without blinking, “From a night market, shooting balloons.”

recalled hearing some of her classmates

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directed this at his son.

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criticized him for being uncommunicative, but he wasn’t doing much better,

was

is an excellent marksman too. Maybe you two could have

responded, “Dad, she’s busy.”

Isabelle’s hand and muttered to his

his father rave about Isabelle for a week and knew his father was trying to arrange a match. It was the first time he’d

If Percy hadn’t opposed–strongly, his mother

his own abilities and hadn’t received such compliments from

for her exceptional shooting abilities and

thought, if given the chance, he’d like to see her skills for himself.

administer acupuncture with focused attention and professionalism, while Arlo observed keenly. Clearly, his father hadn’t exaggerated.

was the real

when they are exceptional,

to depy an interest in

moment, the doorbell rang.

and the lowest in rank; he sensibly stood up

have delivered Isabelle’s dinner.

delivery person

door, he was stunned and called out, “Mr.

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