Chapter 576: The Struggle

After leaving the Parry mansion, it was already evening, past seven o'clock.

The city was adorned with colorful lights as nightfall arrived, creating a completely different atmosphere from the majestic daylight.

The night scenery was hazy and enchanting, exuding a sense of beauty.

Gordon instructed his subordinates to take the collected evidence back to the police station. He lifted his weary neck and glanced at the sky, which revealed the deep blue twilight.

A tinge of guilt surfaced on his stern face, and he parted his lips slightly before speaking, "Miss Lawrence, I apologize for delaying your departure from work once again. It's dinnertime now, so why don't I treat you to a meal?"

Inviting Cheyenne for a meal?

A man inviting a woman out to eat under the pretense of gratitude was quite a cliché move.

To prevent any ulterior motives, Kelvin decided to play the role of a chaperone.

Without hesitation, he interrupted Gordon's suggestion, "No, food outside isn't clean, and the taste isn't as good as homemade."

Upon hearing his words, both of them directed their gazes towards Kelvin, causing him to feel uneasy. He discreetly raised an eyebrow.

Cheyenne couldn't guarantee the cleanliness outside, but as for the taste... it was definitely much better than what she could cook. After all, she only knew how to make chicken mushroom soup. However, at this hour, it wasn't realistic to go out and buy chicken to make soup.

Gordon was an honest boy, not as calculating as Kelvin. He genuinely believed that Kelvin was concerned about the cleanliness of outside food, so he abandoned the idea.

"In that case, Mr. Foley, what do you suggest?"

with determination,

the Lawrence Villa, there was a

with the presence of two tall men, the kitchen suddenly felt a

with light gray wide-leg pants. She tied her long hair into a bun on top of her head, securing it with a

She seemed unaware of her own charm as she casually

Click.

lips slightly parted as she took a bite of

Together, they weighed nearly 300 pounds, yet they were

kitchen

Gordon stood on the left, gripping the apron's ties with his large hand. An unusual

voice, he said,

your index finger and thumb on your left hand, Mr. Foley, it seems you're accustomed to holding a pen. You're wearing a limited edition designer suit, with even your cufflinks exuding extravagance. It seems unlikely that a man like you would spend time in

on

end of the apron. His voice was unexpectedly cold, and

has two eggs and one tomato. In order to maximize profit, we must

businessman's perspective the ne

fell, Gordon's eye twitched, his brows furrowing, and even his forehead creases

college and then joined the military...

Mr. Foley please speak

knowledge and felt a great sense of confidence in overpowering him in

lips curved into a gentle smile as he continued, "Naturally, the resources should be

I want to use

want to use

Here we go again.

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