Chapter 151
After wrapping up the discussion, Aria left. As soon as she got into her car, she received a message from Owen: [Dinner’s ready, Ms. Saxon
She hadn’t ordered from Havoron Restaurant for several days, enough to prompt Cloe to call and ask what was going on.
Aria sent: [I’ll be home in half an hour. Not coming.]
Owen replied: [No problem, I’ll wait for you.]
Aria was speechless.
She seriously suspected that Owen had recognized her.
Aria turned off her phone and drove home.
As soon as she arrived, Owen brought out the dishes again. “Try it and see what you think.”
Aria came, ate, and left in a flash. There was hardly any communication between them, but obviously, something had changed.
Crawfish, beef, greens, and chicken soup were today’s dishes. Aria didn’t know the specific names. She took a bite of the beef and tasted the familiar
flavor of Havoron Restaurant.
She gave Owen a strange look. “Did you really go to Havoron Restaurant to learn how to cook?”
Owen nodded with a smile. “A promise is meant to be kept.”
Aria didn’t know if he was referring to learning at Havoron Restaurant or the promise he made years ago.
While she was in a daze, Owen placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of her, then put on gloves and started peeling shrimp. Soon, he placed the peeled
shrimp on her plate.
Aria’s eyelids twitched, and she pushed the plate back. “I can peel them myself.”
The head chef at Havoron Restaurant had once mentioned that Aria found peeling shrimp too troublesome and wouldn’t eat them unless they were already shelled.
Owen didn’t say a word but peeled all the shrimp on the plate.
“Eat!” Owen said.
Aria was silent for a moment and asked, “How long has Mason been at Seacrest Law Firm?”
“For more than a decade.” Owen frowned. “Is there something wrong with him?”
Aria paused with the fork in her hand. This guy was really sharp. “Yes.”
Owen said, “I’ll look into him.”
Aria hadn’t even said what the problem was.
The atmosphere became even weirder.
Aria wolfed down her food and went back to the opposite apartment.
Aria’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. She hesitated briefly before answering.
“Hello, Ms. Saxon. It’s the security guard from Larkridge High School. We met before,” an elderly voice said.
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Martin, worried about being mistaken for a scammer, started with this familiar reference to establish rapport.
Aria immediately remembered him–the security guard who cried over TV dramas.
“What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Well, I have another job. I’m a graduate advisor at Mandino University,” Martin explained.
Aria was surprised to learn that a graduate advisor also worked as a security guard at Larkridge High School.
“I’d like to invite you to join Mandino University as a graduate advisor,” Martin continued.
“Not interested,” Aria replied without hesitation.
Martin had anticipated her refusal and tried to persuade her. “Think it over. You could still do some light research. If being a graduate advisor doesn’t appeal to you, how about a doctoral advisor?”
“Sorry, but I’m not considering it for now,” she said firmly.
Sensing he might annoy her if he pushed further, Martin decided to stop. “Alright, I won’t bother you anymore.”
“Goodbye,” she said, ending the call.
The masked girl moved silently through the dense forest, blending into the shadows as she fixed her gaze on a bloated tycoon.
The target was in a remote village, putting on a charity show. Children surrounded him, while a reporter filmed the scene.
Tonight, Echohawk’s mission was to take him out.
A disgusting man who used charity as a cover to abuse children and exploit them for money.
This was her first mission, and it wasn’t particularly difficult.
The reporter packed up his camera and left.
The tycoon glanced at one of the children and said to his assistant, Clean him up and bring him to me.”
He had built a house here.
Echohawk slipped inside without a sound, trailing the tycoon to his room. With a swift motion, she drove a needle into his neck.
The tycoon collapsed to the floor.
As she stepped closer, the wardrobe suddenly swung open, and a boy with a painted face leapt out.
