Chapter 717 Don’t You Feel
Ashamed? The others were left dumbfounded. Gifts? Theodore almost fell off his seat. He looked at the list in front
of him. This stack of paper was almost as thick as a dictionary.
A quick glance at this list showed that gifts on the first page were worth a billion, not to mention the dense industrial
chain recorded below. Theodore didn’t know Lincoln’s real identity at the time and thought that he was related to
the Russo family, so he assumed he must be some young man from a family that had gone bankrupt and kept his
identity hidden for some reason. Therefore, Lincoln let him be the agent of Mist Mountain coffee, firstly to save the
face of the benefactor who saved his life, and secondly, to repay the favor.
Later, the more Theodore thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He always felt that Lincoln
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwas hiding his true identity and it was impossible for him to just be a venture capitalist. However, Theodore never
expected that his hidden identity would be so shocking!
Although it was beyond everyone’s expectations, it made sense after a second thought. Now, this thick list was
placed in front of them. With a high status, he said this was a list of gifts for him to marry Zayla.
Zayla didn’t come back to her senses until the sound of Theodore and Scarlet flipping through the list came to her
ears. She turned her head to look at Lincoln, who looked as calm as ever…
Under the table, she reached out and gently tugged at the hem of his clothes. But then, her hand was firmly
covered by his palm. Lincoln gave her a look and wrote a few words in her palm.
His movements were slowed down on purpose, and each stroke was clearly written, allowing her to perceive it and
see it from the corner of her eye. What he wrote was… “I’ll surely get you.” Zayla was stunned, her long and curled
eyelashes fluttering.
Theodore and Scarlet just turned a few pages, and their eyes couldn’t take it anymore. They wondered how many
days and nights it took him to liquidate these assets. It was just too much.
It could be against the entire Vargas Group, and against the century-old foundation of the Vargas family in Harper.
What surprised Theodore the most was undoubtedly the last few lines of the first page…
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the man in front of him was a myth and a legend. At this moment, the
door of the private room was knocked. A series of delicacies with local characteristics were served on the table.
Theodore had already memorized the stack of checklists thicker than a dictionary. After the dishes were served,
they were still in shock from the list, and they forgot about eating.
Zayla was indeed hungry. After a long night of having sex and a morning of sleep, her stomach was emptied. At this
moment, she was very hungry in front of the delicious food. Seeing her, Lincoln chuckled and said, “Mr. Vargas,
Mrs. Vargas, Zayla is hungry.” Theodore and Scarlet regained their senses and immediately said out loud, “Let’s dig
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmin. Eat more. Zayla is so thin.” Hunger drove Zayla to glut herself with food… Take your time.”
Zayla nodded with her mouth stuffed. Seeing this, Lincoln unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt, wiped his hands,
and peeled the shrimp for her. He peeled it one by one.
Seeing this, Theodore felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to peel some for Scarlet. But on second thought, this was
a sea prawn, and she was allergic to sea prawns…
He was at a loss for what to do. Theodore quickly picked food for her. Lincoln peeled off one after another, and all
of them went into Zayla’s stomach.
She was starving. Normally, she would have said that she couldn’t eat anymore, but now she was staring at him
eagerly… “Understood.” Lincoln looked at her “longing” eyes, understood immediately, and kept peeling shrimp.
He peeled it another one after another. Zayla was satisfied. Seeing this, Theodore coughed and lectured Zayla.
“You’re not a baby. Why do you need others to peel you a shrimp? Don’t you feel ashamed?” Zayla shook her head
and argued, “Why should I be ashamed? I support my gigolo.”