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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leave it there. My secretary orders

“Oh.”

eat with his head down unhurriedly, and

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

she was about to look away,

Angela picked up the lunch box to see what someone like Jonathan, a businessman of his caliber,

insulated container. She turned it

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

box down, unscrewed the lid, and a strong

eggs, and they were… smiley

home–cooked, nothing like what one would find in a restaurant. The presentation was

everything back and casually remarked, “Jonathan, let’s try a different place next time. The

locked eyes with her for a few seconds, then replied,

his assistant. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Michael sitting

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handing the documents to Michael, Christopher lowered his head nervously. unable to meet his

He slammed the documents on the table and pointed at Christopher, Sternly reprimanding, “What were you thinking? How did you end up arguing with Jonathan again? And that Angela, she’s your sister–in–law now. Why do you keep getting

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 marrying Angela before, but now, despite Christopher’s

believe that Jonathan was being

angered Jonathan now, they would lose

was, couldn’t fathom how he ended up with a son

“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

of

know her place and dares to speak disrespectfully to me, so

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

order to bring down Jonathan. time was

would strike and ensure that Jonathan would never rise

belong to the father and son–no,

sharp blade, causing his expression to

had been weighing heavily on him for a long time. Although no one pointed fingers at him and called him an illegitimate son, everyone knew his mother had once been

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