Chapter 47: Yvette Thompson Throws a Tantrum
Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Yvette Thompson Throws a Tantrum
Julian Lancaster emerged from the bathroom once again, back to his cool and reserved demeanor, as if the
person who had lost his composure in the morning wasn’t him.
Nina Sinclair was already up and making breakfast.
Though she couldn't use one hand, it wasn’t a problem to simply heat up sbread and fry an egg.
When Julian cout, he saw Nina waving a spatula awkwardly, much clumsier than usual.
Inwardly, he cursed her as an idiot, stretched his long legs over, took the spatula from her hand, and said softly,
"Letdo it."
"Do you know how?"
Seeing the doubt in Nina's eyes, Julian recalled the last the broke a bowl.
He looked a bit embarrassed, cleared his throat lightly, put down the spatula, and said, "Let's just order takeout."
"But..."
"Don’t you want your hand to get better soon?"
Nina's gaze fell on her hand, realizing it was indeed inconvenient. She wanted to recover as soon as possible,
otherwise, she'd be laughed at during the engagement party.
She didn’t say anything more.
Julian called Felix Ford, asking him to arrange for takeout delivery.
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Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Nina went over to open the door. She saw Felix Ford standing outside,
holding a large thermal bag, wearing delivery brand attire.
Felix had a friendly smile on his face and respectfully said, "Miss Sinclair, your and Mr. Lancaster's takeout is
here."
"Oh, cin then." Nina opened the door, not even noticing why the delivery guy knew both her and Julian’s
last names.
Watching the three file in, she had a strange feeling. Is the delivery service really that good these days?
"Please enjoy your meal." Felix respectfully exited.
Once the door closed, Nina dared to grumble, "This delivery guy is so enthusiastic. Usually, when | order, they
just drop it off and leave. | didn’t expect someone would personally deliver it inside."
Julian furrowed his brows slightly.
He had asked Felix to bring dishes from Veridia’s member-only private dining house, The Flavor Crucible, not
ordinary takeout. To keep Nina from knowing, he had Felix disguise himself a bit, but it seemed Felix overdid it.
"Hmm, I'll file a complaint against him later."
Nina almost coughed up blood. She was just speaking offhandedly. Why would Julian want to complain about
him, potentially costing him his wages?
She immediately said, "He might have just started delivering recently, trying hard to provide good service. It's
not easy for anyone, so maybe don’t lodge a complaint?"
Hearing Nina speak up for Felix, Julian decided to let it go.
During the meal, neither spoke, but Nina found the takeout quite tasty and ate a lot more than usual.
After breakfast, Julian went off to work.
Nina received a phone call, and upon seeing the caller ID, her brows knitted tightly.
It was Yvette Thompson.
She took a deep breath and swiped to answer, "Hello."
“Nina Sinclair, why aren't you painting
the mural today! Our order has 3 final
delivery date, If youd fiRisR it, I'll
make yO Gay Yvette's harsh voice
rang out, her sharp tone piercing
through the phone, extremely harsh.
"My hand is injured," Nina replied.
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hand; tg ctsoblen is it?
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In her view, as long as Nina wasn’t dead, she had to cpaint. She didn’t care whether Nina had a broken
hand or foot.
Finally, unable to calm the commotion, Nina decided to go to Zenith, even if she didn’t climb high scaffolding,
she could paint the lower areas.
"Fine, I'll come." She hung up the call.
After quickly tidying up, Nina headed to Zenith Group.