Chapter 100
Stanley Batton quickly walked to his car.
As soon as he entered, a cold breeze blew into the car.
Zack Cassidy, who had fallen asleep in the driver’s seat, slowly opened his eyes.
Quickly, Zack pushed his golden-framed sses up his nose-bridge. After checking the time, he
nced at the rearview mirror to look at the aristocratic man in the backseat.
“Fifth Master, has the young madam been teaching you about Chinese medicine the whole time?”
Zack asked with a look of disbelief.
“Yeah,” Stanley answered.
“And you sat there like a good boy and listened to her the entire time?” Zack was beginning to
wonder if he was in a dream.
Zack found it hard to picture Fifth Master sitting next to his wife like a studious child.
When did he be this obedient?
“Do you have a problem with that?” Stanley asked as he raised his brows and looked at Zack’s face
through the rearview mirror.
Zack immediately felt a chill down his spine.
“No. I wouldn’t dare. I was just curious. What did the young madam teach you?” He asked.
“Look-smell-ask-cut.” Stanley slowly closed his eyes as he rubbed his forehead.
“How did a man who dealt with a host of problems every day listen quietly to someone for this
long?” Zack asked daringly before he turned on the engine.
Zack was beginning to find all this increasingly magical.
“You speak too much,” Stanleymented coldly.
“…” Zack took a deep breath and kept his mouth shut out of fear.
“Oh, right. Mr. President seemed a little unhappy today that you refused to attend his state
banquet,” Zack said.
“Tell him I will visit him personally soon,” Stanley said calmly.
“I already told it. He said that he will be having a family party tonight at his ce. He invited you
over,” Zack said.
“Postpone it,” Stanley said without hesitation.
Zack was utterly confused.
“Why?” Zack felt lost.
“I’m taking a lesson from my wife,” Stanley said with a yful smile.
Zack was shocked. ‘Is he really normal? Is he rejecting the President’s invitation repeatedly for
something like this? Why can’t he just take the lesson another time?’ Zack thought to himself.
“Isn’t that inappropriate?” Zack asked carefully.
“If you don’t stop talking nonsense, I’ll send you over to help build Dragon Hope Primary School,”
Stanley said.
“…” Zack was lost for words as he continued to drive in silence.
“I’ll speak to the president on my own,” Stanley added.
“Oh.” Zack nodded without saying anything else.
Zack truly felt that their young madam was iparably powerful.
Not only was she capable of making Fifth Master change his ways, but she could also influence him
to get custom-made clothes from international brands and reject the president’s invitation.
When Zack thought about the clothing issue, he became more depressed.
Some time ago, Zack had approached those brands toe up with custom-made clothes for
Stanley. He had to inform the people in charge that Fifth Master wanted the designers to stick a
random brand logo over the clothes. Every single brand manager had an odd facial expression on
their faces when they heard this.
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If it were not because of Stanley’s identity, these people would have cursed at Zack. Zack was
certain they were cussing in their minds.
“Zack Cassidy,” Stanley said.
“Yeah, I’m listening,” Zack answered.
“Which is my smallest house?” Stanley asked.
“The smallest one would be either of the two vis with a view of the ocean. Apart from those, you
also have a unit with a hundred square meters in a building you bought in Waterfront Court,” Zack
answered.
“These are all too big. And the locations are too good,” Stanley said.
“Well… There aren’t any other options.” Zack shook his head.
“Buy one,” Stanley ordered as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zack through the rearview
mirror.
“Buy? What sort of a house would you like to buy?” Zack was dumbfounded.