NovelGoldChapter 316 Claire led Mandy by the hand into the house. "Mandy, have a seat. There's still spasta in the pot-I'll get you a bowl." Mandy grinned and plopped down. "Claire, you're so good to me. If I were a guy, I'd marry you in a heartbeat." Claire shot her an exasperated look. "You and that mouth of yours." Mandy stuck her tongue out playfully, earning a laugh from Claire.
Watching the two of them being so close, Sean couldn't help but feel a twitch of irritation.
As Mandy passed by him, she merely nodded in his direction—a half-hearted greeting at best-before cheerfully trotting after Claire into the kitchen.
From inside, Claire's voice drifted out. "Why are you followingin here?" Mandy's tone turned syrupy. "It's not every day I get to see you. I'm sticking to you like glue!" Claire couldn't help but laugh at her antics. The two chattered and giggled in the kitchen, leaving Sean to feel like a third wheel in his own house.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust then, the front door opened and Liam walked in.
"Mr. Foster, are you ready to go?" Mandy, ladling pasta into a bowl, froze in place at the sound of his voice. Why did that voice sound so familiar? She turned, peering into the dining room. There stood a man in a silver-gray suit, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, looking every bit the polished gentleman.
The sight of him made Mandy's eyes go wide.
Wait-that was the guy who'd handed her a hundred grand! Wasn't he a friend of those two jerks, Victor Lewis and Ethan Linwood? What was he doing here, at the Foster family home? And why was he calling Mr. Foster "boss"? Mandy's mind spun in chaos.
Suddenly, as if sensing her gaze, Liam turned and looked toward the kitchen.
Panicking, Mandy whipped around and stood stiff as a board.
Liam's eyes lingered, studying her back. "Who's that...?" Something about her silhouette nagged at him with a sense of familiarity.
Before he could puzzle it out, Claire emerged from the kitchen with a steaming bowl of plain pasta. "That's Mandy-May's daughter." May's daughter? She looked about Claire's age.
Mandy... The nrang a bell. The longer he looked, the more certain he became.
Liam kept his eyes glued to Mandy, waiting for her to turn around.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInside, Mandy was sweating bullets, nerves jangling in her chest. She had no idea what to do.
Claire broke the tension. "Liam, have you eaten? Want to sit down and have spasta?" Liam tore his gaze away and smiled at Claire, reaching to take the bowl-when Sean's low voice cut in. "He's already eaten." With that, Sean picked up the bowl of pasta in front of him. "There's an urgent matter with the Eastborough Project. I'll take this to go." "Liam, let's move." He strode out the door without another word.
Liam looked longingly at the pasta in Claire's hand, then shot one last searching glance toward Mandy in the kitchen before hurrying after Sean.
Outside, Sean thrust the bowl of pasta at Liam.
"For you."
Liam's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He glanced down and saw a om generous sprinkle of cilantro on top-immediately understanding.
He couldn't resist teasing. "Such a shame, Mr. Foster. Cilantro's 1. Foster, е om delicious, but you can't stand it."
Sean opened the driver's door and slid behind the wheel. "Renand me, am not docking your pay enough?" Liam paused, noodles halfway to his mouth. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sean shot back, "You talk too much. Not even food can keep your mouth occupied." Liam just grinned and dug in, accepting defeat.
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