Serve No One This Life

Jonathan sat on the couch, opened the lunch box, and took out the dishes and rice bowl. “Have you eaten the portion for one person!”

Angela nodded. “Yes, I ate before coming”

Then, she began to look around his office. It was her first time here.

A few seconds later, Jonathan murmured in acknowledgment.

They ate in silence.

This style matches perfectly with the decoration of Springgate Estates. Angela figured it was the work of an interior designer.

In less than a minute, the door was pushed open again, and a female secretary brought in at cup of tea. “Miss Angela, here’s your tea.”

Angela casually replied. “Okay, thank you.

“Not Miss Angela, it’s Mrs. Lawson.” Jonathan stopped using his cutleries and glanced at the secretary. “This is my wife. In the future, when she comes, just bring it directly to my office.”

“Okay, Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Lawson. The female secretary looked at Angela with a complicated. look, then got up and left the room.

Within a few minutes, there was another knock on the office door.

“Come in.”

The secretary held a lunch box and said nervously, “Mr. Lawson, this is the lunch that was ordered in advance and has been delivered.”

Jonathan didn’t even look up and said softly, “Just leave it there.”

Lunch? Is this what he normally eats if lunch isn’t delivered?

She turned around and happened to see the secretary looking at her. The latter quickly withdrew her gaze and left the office.

Angela curiously asked, “Jonathan, is this your work lunch?”

Jonathan, who was still eating, looked up at her, then glanced at the lunch box placed on the

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fine to leave it there. My secretary

“Oh.”

to eat with his head down unhurriedly, and his

remembered a phrase that had been said too many times. ‘Serious men

about to look away, she inadvertently glanced at the

some thought, Angela picked up the lunch box to see what

insulated container. She turned it around and found

she used to give to George and James for their work lunches, and Fanny would deliver them using the same

box down, unscrewed the lid, and a

eggs, and they were… smiley face fried

layers of dishes. The dishes were very home–cooked, nothing like what one would find in a restaurant. The presentation was also plain, not like how restaurants serve dishes. It looked more like the kind of lunch packed by a

“Jonathan, let’s try a different

his eyes, locked eyes with her for a few

Christopher was escorted into Michael’s office by his assistant. As soon as he pushed the

realized he was in for a

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to Michael, Christopher lowered his head nervously.

Sternly reprimanding, “What were you thinking? How did you end

her

Family and had the backing of the Sanders Family. the patriarch’s disapproval of Christopher and Teresa lingered due to Elisa’s death. He had insisted on Christopher

believe that Jonathan was being

they would lose any benefits they

fathom how he ended up with a son as foolish as

ashamed, Christopher furrowed his brow. He was unable to explain. “Dad, this time, it’s not my fault. I just don’t want Angela to have anything to do with our family. What right does she, a woman

terong because of

doesn’t know her place and dares to speak disrespectfully

his sentence, Michael sternly interrupted, “Enough! Understand your place. Do you not grasp the current

in order to bring down Jonathan. time

when the would strike and ensure

belong to the father and son–no, the Sanders

Christopher’s heart like a sharp blade,

for a long time. Although no one pointed fingers at him and called him an

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