Chapter 30 Haven’t Had Family for an Eternity


    “I’ve got it, Master Grant!”


    nca left without even looking back, grumbling to herself. Why did he have to say all that? She didn’t


    even want to eat with him!


    nca took a taxi back to the mansion. Before she even entered, she saw a lengthened Rolls-Royce


    parked in the driveway. Mr. Johnson got out, walked in front of her, and said respectfully, “Ma’am. Mr.


    Grant would like you to pay him a visit.”


    nca was dubious about it. “What’s Mr. Grant doing looking for me? Does he have some business?”


    Mr. Johnson smiled. “Mr. Grant’s friends brought over some high-quality beef and seafood. He knows


    you like seafood, but there was just so much to choose from, and it’s not too convenient to take them


    all over for you and the young master as well. He says that you might as well go over and take your


    pick.”


    Hearing that, nca felt a surge of warmth.


    She’d said casuallyst time how her family hadn’t been well-off when she was little, so she’d only


    eaten catfish. She’d thought that shrimp was spicy because it was red, and only knew how it had tasted


    when she grew up.


    That random statement had apparently lingered with n enough for him to let here and take her


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    pick of seafood.


    nca knew that a few crates of upscale seafood and a few pounds of good beef might not be


    mainstays in regr families, but with a family like the Grants, anything they wanted to eat, they could


    get, and it wasn’t a strange thing.


    The old man’s care and concern, though, warmed her heart endlessly.


    “Please wait for me a while, Mr. Johnson. I’ll go set my things down and change out of these clothes.


    They’re stained.”


    Mr. Johnson smiled and said it was fine.


    nca went into the mansion, swiftly put on clean clothes, and followed Mr. Johnson to the Grant


    house. All on the way, she was thinking that – if Matthew wasing back for dinner – they might as


    well make it with the ingredients she was about to take back.


    At that idea, nca suddenly panicked. What was she doing thinking of Matthew out of nowhere?!


    After half an hour or so, nca walked with Mr. Johnson into the Grant house.


    Reaching the doorway, they saw Louise there.


    Before nca could speak, Louise greeted Mr. Johnson politely. “Grandpa is looking for you, Mr.


    Johnson. I can take nca to the storeroom to take her pick.”


    Mr. Johnson blinked. “Is that so? Then I’ll leave it to you, Miss Louise.”


    He passed the keys to Louise.


    “It’s all right. You can run along now.” Louise took the keys and turned to nca. “Let’s go, nca.”


    nca had wanted to greet n, but since n was busy, they’d have to wait till next time.


    “Mr. Johnson,” nca called after him. “Please thank Grandpa for me.”


    Mr. Johnson turned around, all smiles. “Don’t worry, Ma’am. I’ll pass the message.”


    After the butler left, nca looked back at Louise, whose face had changedpletely. She just


    looked impatient now.


    Seemed like the manners and gentle face had just been put on for show. Still, seeing her show her


    colors, nca rxed. Actually, Louise’s feigned fa?ade just now made her more worried.


    She followed Louise to the basement, to the cold storage room three stories down.


    She knew that rich people had all sorts of luxuries and she knew that the Grant house was big, but as


    nca passed an enormous wine cer and a whole movie theater, she felt that her fantasies of the


    wealthy had, if anything, been overly limited.