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.

at once. Lily couldn't hold it in any longer. She blurted, "Mom made these specially for you. Don't

might regret it after you turn into a zombie after eating

enough. She dropped her act and shouted, "Irene, Dad has

do I want?" Irene smirked cheerfully at Lily. "I want you all to get

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

initially promised me the sports tournament project, yet it turned into a fair fight because of

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

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

are going to mistreat her husband. Mr. Cook, why don't you make it clear to them 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

For him, you 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

expressions. She was sure their dinner was ruined. In fact, she was content with her own performance. She reminded them gleefully, "Mr. Cook, take your time. Call me when you're

dinner. The food on the table was practically left untouched. Steven

him go upstairs to find Irene, Deborah and Lily looked at each other.

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

with Irene around?" Lily huffed

voice. "The fact that she's fussing proves that she's not happy. Something probably pissed her off before she arrived

Jordan at an event the other day with an actress standing next to him. He's a playboy. Mom, do you think it's because Jordan dumped her that she's in a

room door. As soon as she opened the door,

from you. I just found out about it

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

hadn't expected Irene to be so straightforward and direct

"When exactly?" Irene pursued.

need

"Yes!"

about I give you the money I've saved over

about those properties? Are you not going to give

are yours, but only after Lily gets married,"

questioned mockingly. "Mr. Cook, please explain it

"Irene, you've misunderstood me!"

in an awkward position. He had made it very clear to Deborah and Lily that all

over

not be touched. After all, it was not a small amount of money. If Deborah

with her greed, she would

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

Mr. 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 them to her right

worthy of sympathy. Irene felt stupid for feeling emotional the other day when she had spotted white hair