You Are The Pursuit of My Life

Chapter 97

The name Dave shifted Thomas' expression slightly, but Irene didn't notice it. Since Jordan had said that Dave was hiding in San Fetillo and Thomas had been living in San Fetillo for quite some time, Irene reckoned that perhaps Thomas had heard of Dave before. "By the way, Uncle Thomas, in all your years in San Fetillo, have you ever heard of a person named Dave Walker?"

"Nope!" Thomas replied.

"Ah, I'm not thinking straight. If Dave is hiding in San Fetillo, there is no way he would reveal his real name," Irene mocked herself.

"Irene, why are you guys looking for this Dave guy?" Thomas questioned.

Irene told Thomas about the stadium design. "If we can get Dave to design it, then the chances of the Golden Age Group winning will be high. If we can't find him, it will likely end with a tie with the Myers Group."

Thomas seemed to consider her statement carefully. "Irene, heaven helps the worthy. Perhaps you'll find Dave."

"I know you're trying to comfort me, but even if we find Dave, there's no guarantee he would be willing to help. What's more, we're not sure if we can find him either." Irene shook her head.

"God will definitely help you," Thomas repeated.

Looking at the time, Irene realized it was already noon. "Uncle Thomas, let's go out for a meal today. We'll have your favorite dish."

Thomas nodded and headed out of the door with Irene.

When Irene returned to the Cook family in the evening, Steven arrived home at the same time too. Deborah kindly handed him his slippers while Lily helped take Steven's briefcase from him. On the other hand, Irene, who was following behind, watched them with a derisive smile on her face.

Deborah was really gentle and considerate to Steven. It was no wonder that Steven would believe all her words.

As Deborah noticed Irene's disdainful smile, she immediately announced, "I made Irene's favorite dish tonight."

"My favorite dish? Did I hear you right? Mrs. Cook, you actually know what I like to eat?" Irene squealed, feigning a look of surprise.

"I told her last night," Steven chimed in.

"Mr. Cook, I'm flattered that you remember what I like to eat!" Irene's smile grew wider, the hint of mockery even more obvious this time. She then walked over to the dining room to glance at the dishes on the table. "Mr. Cook, are you sure these are all my favorites?" "You liked these when you were a kid," said Steven as he walked over.

"Infants love to drink milk too! Mr. Cook, tell me, do you really think that people drink milk when they are adults because of that?" she chided.

At that, Steven stiffened awkwardly. Nevertheless, Irene didn't relent, instead, she pressed on further, "Mr. Cook, you'd better enjoy the meal Mrs. Cook prepared for you. Let me know when you're done eating; I have something to tell you." Steven froze. "You're not eating?"

"I mean, oh my, these chicken steaks aren't zombie steaks, are they? I heard on TV that there is a lot of zombie meat that has been frozen for hundreds of years now. I'm sure I'll turn into a zombie if I eat it. I'd rather eat pizza!" Irene sneered. She was determined to make them lose their appetites with her words.

hold it in any longer. She blurted, "Mom made these specially for you. Don't describe it in such

am just reminding you, otherwise, you might regret

trying to repulse her and Deborah. Lily decided enough was enough. She dropped her act and shouted, "Irene, Dad has already

want?" Irene smirked cheerfully at Lily. "I want you all to get out of this

it again, the urban construction project was awarded to the Golden Age Group based on its own merit. As for the sports tournament, Mr. Cook, I thought we agreed to a fair fight. Miss Cook, don't worry! You're

tournament project, yet it turned into a

favors me? Is that so, Mr. Cook?" Irene cast a glance at Steven. "Well, even the best lies aren't foolproof. Mr. Cook, you should know better than

paled quickly. He had wanted to take the time to talk to Irene about that matter, but he didn't expect her

who you really care for? Is it me or is it your illegitimate daughter and her mistress mother?" "Irene, it wasn't my intention to conceal this matter. The state just issued the document, and I only learned about

two are always first. Otherwise, he wouldn't have cheated on his wife and raised an illegitimate daughter knowing that he would lose his job," jabbed Irene viciously. Jeering, she turned in her heel to

was ruined. In fact, she was content with her own performance.

the table was practically left untouched. Steven only had a few sips of soup before he got up and left the

find Irene, Deborah and Lily looked at each other. Lily put

We'll go out for a late-night snack later." Deborah also

every day with Irene around?" Lily

"The fact that she's fussing proves that she's not happy. Something probably pissed

next to him. He's a playboy. Mom, do you think it's because Jordan dumped her that she's in a bad mood?" "Keep your voice down!" Deborah stopped

soon as she opened the door, Irene asked, "Mr. Cook,

tried to explain himself. "I didn't mean to keep this from you. I just found out about it and I

talk. "Mr. Cook, let's get down to business. I have returned to the Cook family as you requested. When are you going to

be so straightforward and direct in

"When exactly?" Irene pursued.

are you in need of money?" Steven

"Yes!"

give you the money I've saved

going to give it to

but only

mean, if Lily doesn't get married for the rest of her life, I'll never get it?" Irene questioned mockingly. "Mr. Cook, please explain it clearly. Are you planning all of this because you are afraid that

"Irene, you've misunderstood me!"

was put in an awkward position. He had made it very clear to Deborah and Lily that all of his property would be Irene's after Lil married Edric. Since Lily had

over

it was not a small amount of

she would

now was not Deborah's greed, but the fact that

Cook, forget it. You don't have to explain anything!" Irene spat impatiently. It seemed that i I was not easy to get his so-called properties. She didn't have much hope for him to give

indeed not a person worthy of sympathy. Irene felt