“Do I have anyone else?”


    Vivian Mond snorted lightly, the corners of her lips pulled out a cold smile, pretending to look like she was reluctant.


    In reality, her heart was cheering so much that she could jump up and down.


    During this meal, Vivian Mond kept praising ‘Carl’s’ cooking skills, and ‘couldn’t help’ eating two more bowls.


    “Hey, I can’t, I’m bursting at the seams, I’m going for a walk.”


    She stood up and reached out to rub her stomach with an ufortable expression.


    The maid removed the meal from the table, and Vivian Mond covered her belly and paced back and forth in the living room.


    Houghton’s face showed a long-lost smile, “How old are you to be holding up a meal?”


    Vivian Mond rolled his eyes and didn’t say anything back, but walked outside.


    It just so happened that ‘Carl’ came out of the kitchen at that moment, and Houghton waved him over.


    “Carl, Aidan is not convenient to stay with Vivian these days, you can just be responsible for staying with her every day.”


    Houghton could not find a preferred candidate for a while, and Vivian Mond was very repulsive to the Cryptids. Houghton knew that if he arranged someone else, Vivian Mond would not be satisfied, so he could only discuss with him.


    “Then the cooking thing …”


    Morris Cheal wanted to say something but did not.


    “You’ll be responsible for cooking when Vivian is home, and you’ll be responsible for keeping herpany when Vivian is not home.”


    The reason for getting ‘Carl’ toe over and cook is also to take care of Vivian Mond; if Vivian Mond is away, ‘Carl’s’ responsibility is naturally to protect her as well.


    Morris Cheal stood in front of Houghton with his head hanging down, hesitantly, hesitating to speak for a long time.


    That look, obviously have something to say.


    “Can you say something?” Destiny saw Morris Cheal standing there without saying a word, and her words were a bit displeased.


    “Yes or no. It’s just that …”


    He inclined his head and stretched his voice, wanting to say something.


    “Is what, you say ah?” Destiny was also acute and somewhat disgusted with ‘Carl’s’ hesitant look.


    “That … I came to apply for the position of chef, and now let me part-time bodyguard …”


    Morris Cheal ‘dare not’ look up directly at Houghton and Destiny’s face, just stretch out his right hand rubbed thumb and forefinger.


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    The corners of Destiny’s mouth twitched and gave him a white look, with a ‘hate iron but not steel’ meaning, “Humph, in the words of your L City, really ‘shallow eyes’.”


    “I came out to work, I have a wife and children at home. If I hadn’t heard from my brothers that I could make some money on this trip, I wouldn’t havee here.”


    Morris Cheal put on the image of the ‘marketce viin’ so well that they didn’t have a shred of doubt even though they were standing in front of the two.


    “OK, OK, it’s not even easy.”


    Houghton was unpretentious and waved his hand, “Double your sry, but make sure you take care of Vivian, otherwise, you won’t get a penny.”


    “Oh.”


    He responded.


    “What are you still standing there for, hurry up and follow Vivian ah.” Destiny snapped.


    “I … don’t have any money in my hand, can I get an advance on my sry?” He pulled the clothes on his body, “I am wearing these clothes in the kitchen, the smell of oil and smoke is heavy, I am afraid to give thedy lost face.”


    “You …!”


    Destiny no reason to be annoyed, just want to be angry, see Houghton from the pocket took out a pile of money of the Cryptic tribe ced in front of Morris Cheal, “Here are five thousand, you first take it to use. You have a point, since you are protecting Vivian, you do have to dress up properly.”


    “Okay, thanks boss.”


    ‘Carl’ took the five thousand dors, bowed towards the two men, and turned and ran away in a sh.