Chapter 8: Get Lost
"Yeah, you two take care of them then."
"Grandpa." Florence Fuller thought about how to say it gently, "I’m not really fond of keeping pets, you know I’m usually quite busy with work."
Luke Gardiner paused in the middle of picking up his food, and snorted, "Right, every minute wasted costs you millions."
Sarcastic.
Florence Fuller ignored him.
"Oh well~" The old man shook his head regretfully, "Luke spent half the day at the kennel yesterday. He said you would definitely like them."
Definitely like them?
Did anyone ask her if she wanted a dog?
"No worries, Grandpa. If it doesn’t work out, I can raise them." Eleanor Sussex said softly from the side, "I can take good care of them."
Luke Gardiner finished the wine in his glass, glanced at Florence Fuller who remained indifferent, and smirked, "Sure, if you like them you can have them."
"Thank you, Brother Luke." Eleanor Sussex’s voice was full of delight.
