Chapter 427: Chapter 427: Wacky Son
Susan Carter was fuming and cursing in her mind.
But July Quinn just lazily countered, "Is there any other son here besides you?"
Susan’s mouth twitched a few times before he hurriedly retorted, "I’m a mercenary leader, how would I know how to grill a steak? I..."
Before he could finish, July Quinn’s gaze suddenly turned much colder.
That eerie and terrifying feeling instantly reminded Susan of the fear from that day when he was beaten up.
So in the end, he could only back down a step, using the most aggressive tone to ask the most cowardly question, "I refuse to eat instant noodles! Can I make pasta instead?"
Hmm, there’s no way he could just obey all of July Quinn’s demands, otherwise, she’d definitely think he was easy to manipulate.
Therefore, he needed to rebel appropriately.
In response, July Quinn rolled her eyes: "It’s not for you to eat, so why are you so concerned?"
"But didn’t you ask me to make three servings?"
Susan had encountered women before, and women as skinny as July Quinn usually eat just three bites and then complain about being full.
So he believed that one of the three servings July Quinn asked for was meant for himself.
Unexpectedly, July Quinn replied, "They’re all for me! Overthinking will make you wet the bed!"
Susan: "..."
Oh? Still not admitting it?
Then he’ll make it and see how July Quinn embarrasses herself.
With a fighting spirit, Susan headed to the kitchen.
To his credit, he did a pretty good job of grilling the steak, the timing was spot on too.
Twenty minutes later, three servings of steak and three bowls of instant noodles were perfectly presented.
He originally thought July Quinn would eat a few bites and then claim to be full, giving him an opportunity to mock her.
But to his surprise, July Quinn kept eating bite after bite, lavishly praising the steaks he made.
"The flavor of this grilled steak is really quite good. Being a mercenary leader really wastes your talent. According to me, you should be a chef at a Western restaurant..."
Susan: "..."
A mercenary leader becoming a chef at a Western restaurant?
That’s what would really waste his talent!
But Susan didn’t argue, because his attention was captured by July Quinn’s scene of eating enough for three people.
This woman must be a bottomless pit, how can she eat so much?
Chowhound July Quinn seemed oblivious to Susan’s astonished look and cleaned her mouth with a wet napkin after finishing, then instructed, "Wash the dishes and then go stay downstairs. Come with me for a trip tomorrow afternoon."
Susan protested, "I’m not your slave!"
And she wanted him to wash the dishes?
Why doesn’t she just fly to the sky?
The result of his defiance was a round of beating.
Only after being beaten, lying on the floor like a dead dog, did Susan shed two lines of regretful tears.
This violent female king kong!
Why didn’t he just agree initially, saving him from getting beaten up?
In the end, Susan agreed to accompany her tomorrow and obediently washed the dishes as July Quinn requested before leaving.
After seeing Susan off, July Quinn eagerly approached Kyle Keaton.
"Honey, you see our son is pretty useful, right?"
He can cook, wash dishes, and even spar, he’s an all-rounder.
But Kyle Keaton was unmoved by July Quinn’s attempt to curry favor, even removing her hand drawing circles on his chest.
"If you’re doing all this in front of me, isn’t it just to make me agree to keep him here?"
Having her motives exposed, July Quinn admitted frankly, "You found out? I was just worried this blockhead would thoughtlessly argue with you and upset you."
Kyle Keaton had been trying in various ways to drive Susan away, and she had struggled quite a bit to keep him.
Now she couldn’t let a little backtalk ruin the situation.
Kyle Keaton didn’t continue the topic, only asked, "What are you taking him to do tomorrow afternoon?"
"Show some muscle!" July Quinn smiled slyly, with her eyes hiding a touch of cunning.
Kyle Keaton’s eyes narrowed slightly.