Daddy! Come Home for Dinner! Chapter 76 – What Good Things Are You Thinking Of?

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: What Good Things Are You Thinking Of?

Cleave Roland was called to give her a lift.

From Adrian Zhekova’s demeanor, he didn’t intend to allow her to ride her electric bicycle back home.

Cindy Clarke began considering that she needed to buy a car.

Otherwise, constantly troubling others wasn’t a good thing.

After Cindy Clarke left, Adrian Zhekova called Sheldon Rowland in.

Sheldon Rowland noticed the crepes placed in the small dish on Adrian Zhekova’s office desk.

“CEO, were these from Cindy Clarke?” Normally, such snacks wouldn’t appear on Adrian Zhekova’s desk.

“She anticipated that I might feel hungry while working in the afternoon, so she prepared these intentionally,” Adrian Zhekova said, not knowing where his feeling of superiority came from.

It was clear that Cindy Clarke baked these because she felt it would be a waste to throw away unused egg whites.

Sheldon Rowland remarked, not knowing who initially complained that someone who kept worrying about their child’s mother needed to find a girlfriend fast.

It really was dog-like, changing their tune so swiftly.

“Want to try?” Adrian Zhekova raised his eyebrows, gesturing subtly towards the small dish of crepes.

Sheldon Rowland asked in surprise, “Is it possible?”

The CEO has suddenly regained his humanity!

“Of course not.” Adrian Zhekova’s face changed faster than a dog’s, “What pleasant thoughts you are harboring!”

Sheldon Rowland: ‘

Why was he subjecting himself to embarrassment?

He knew it all along, the scumbag CEO was never that generous!

Look at how Adrian Zhekova is guarding his food!

Anyone who saw it would think he had something going on with Cindy Clarke!

“Has our Old Madam contacted you?” Adrian Zhekova asked.

“No.” Sheldon Rowland was puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Adrian Zhekova sighed. The Old Madam had heard about Cindy Clarke from somewhere.

He had reason to suspect that it was the Old Madam who wanted Cindy Clarke to be responsible for the lunch.

“By the way, when will the appraisal report be ready?” Adrian Zhekova asked.

“I will go and hurry them up.” Sheldon Rowland promptly replied.

The market was indoors, quite large, and full of a variety of fresh meats, poultry, vegetables, and even seafood.

After confirming the menu with the client the previous afternoon, Cindy Clarke started preparing the ingredients according to the menu.

After purchasing the ingredients, it was not suitable to use her electric bicycle due to the large quantity.

Cindy Clarke was even more determined to visit the Auto Service Center over the weekend.

She was planning to take Morgan Zhekova with her, mainly to ensure he could sit comfortably.

She hired a vehicle to carry the ingredients to the address given by the Old Madam.

She again confirmed the address at the entrance.

Little did Cindy Clarke expect, the Old Madam turned out to be from a rich and prosperous household.

The place they lived in was actually an imposing courtyard.

Courtyards in Belfard were all ancient properties with a long history, rare to find and sell.

Most of them were inherited, and for ordinary people, selling one of them would mean financial freedom.

The driver had just circled around to the main gate, and Cindy Clarke had also noticed the size of the courtyard.

She guessed it was a five-entrance courtyard, likely costing at least eight figures, possibly even more.

As Cindy Clarke pressed the doorbell at the entrance, she hoped she hadn’t made a mistake.

Immediately, a soft male voice echoed from the walkie-talkie: “This is the

Zhekova Residence, may I know who is calling?”

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Then only did Cindy Clarke notice the large plaque above the towering vermilion gate, which marked the words “Zhekova Residence”.

For some reason, she thought of Adrian Zhekova.

How coincidental, this family was also surnamed Zhekova.

Cindy Clarke quickly said, “Hello, I am the private chef invited by Old Madam

Zhekova to manage lunch today..”