Chapter 91: The Mysterious Desire for Food and Drink
Alan Morgan instantly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. Little sister-in-law, please don’t ruin me, okay? I’ve already lost my annual bonus and have to work for you and your husband for half a year, free of charge. It’s already miserable enough!
Nia Mitchell genuinely didn’t understand Alan Morgan’s bitter expression. She even briefly thought it was because she had called out to him too late, and he was upset.
"Little sister-in-law, like the CEO, I don’t eat sweets either."
Nia Mitchell was speechless. Following Maxwell Peary, huh? Ahem...
"If you’re not eating, then forget it. I’ll eat it myself."
The CEO turned his head to look at Alan Morgan again. Well now, kid. You actually dared to let my wife offer you food? More importantly, you dared to refuse and upset my wife? Don’t you want your salary for the remaining six months?
Alan Morgan looked up at the sky, speechless. He was afraid that if he said he would eat, it wouldn’t be a matter of his salary, but whether he wanted to keep his life.
I mean, you two lovebirds, do you really have to bully a single dog like this?
It was half an hour later when Nia Mitchell had eaten and drunk her fill. She slowly stood up from the sofa and stretched lazily.
"Uncle, I need to get back to work."