Serve No One This Life

Jonathan sat on the couch, opened the lunch box, and took out the dishes and rice bowl. “Have you eaten the portion for one person!” Angela nodded. “Yes, | ate before coming” Then, she began to look around his office. It was her first there.

A few seconds later, Jonathan murmured in acknowledgment.

They ate in silence.

This style matches perfectly with the decoration of Springgate Estates. Angela figured it was the work of an interior designer.

In less than a minute, the door was pushed open again, and a female secretary brought in at cup of tea. “Miss Angela, here's your tea.” Angela casually replied. “Okay, thank you.

“Not Miss Angela, it's Mrs. Lawson.” Jonathan stopped using his cutleries and glanced at the secretary. “This is my wife. In the future, when she comes, just bring it directly to my office.” “Okay, Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Lawson. The female secretary looked at Angela with a complicated. look, then got up and left the room.

Within a few minutes, there was another knock on the office door.

“Cin.” The secretary held a lunch box and said nervously, “Mr. Lawson, this is the lunch that was ordered in advance and has been delivered.” Jonathan didn’t even look up and said softly, “Just leave it there.” Lunch? Is this what he normally eats if lunch isn’t delivered? She turned around and happened to see the secretary looking at her. The latter quickly withdrew her gaze and left the office.

Angela curiously asked, “Jonathan, is this your work lunch?” Jonathan, who was still eating, looked up at her, then glanced at the lunch box placed on the MM M 81% 11:02 desk by his secretary, and explained, “It’s fine to leave it there. My secretary orders lunch forevery day.” “Oh.” Jonathan continued to eat with his head down unhurriedly, and his posture was exceptionally graceful.

Angela suddenly remembered a phrase that had been said too many times. ‘Serious men are the most charming.

Just as she was about to look away, she inadvertently glanced at the lunch box.

After sthought, Angela picked up the lunch box to see what someone like Jonathan, a businessman of his caliber, would cat.

It was a silver insulated container. She turned it around and found no logos or brand markings.

It looked like a personal one, the kind she used to give to George and James for their work lunches, and Fanny would deliver them using the stype of box.

Angela put the lunch box down, unscrewed the lid, and a strong egg fragrance hit her nose.

The first layer was fried eggs, and they were... smiley face fried eggs.

She then carefully removed the layers of dishes. The dishes were very home-cooked, nothing like what one would find in a restaurant. The presentation was also plain, not like how restaurants serve dishes. It looked more like the kind of lunch packed by a young working girl for herself.

Angela placed everything back and casually remarked, “Jonathan, let's try a different place next time. The presentation here is really unimpressive.” Jonathan raised his eyes, locked eyes with her for a few seconds, then replied, “Your call.” On the other side, Christopher was escorted into Michael's office by his assistant. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Michael sitting upright in his chair with a stern expression and a furrowed brow.

He immediately realized he was in for a scolding.

“Dad, here are the documents you asked for. | brought them over.” 2/4 as 11:02 After carefully handing the documents to Michael, Christopher lowered his head nervously. unable to meet his father’s eyes Michael was furious. He slammed the documents on the table and pointed at Christopher, Sternly reprimanding, “What were you thinking? How did you end up arguing with Jonathan again? And that Angela, she’s your sister- in-law now. Why do you keep getting involved with her While Jonathan held sway in the Lawson Family and had the backing of the Sanders Family. the patriarch’s disapproval of Christopher and Teresa lingered due to Elisa’s death. He had insisted on Christopher marrying Angela before, but now, despite Christopher's engagement to Fanny, he continued to clash with Angela.

Did he believe that Jonathan was being too lenient with them? If they angered Jonathan now, they would lose any benefits they might gain.

Michael, wise as he was, couldn't fathom how he ended up with a son as foolish as Christopher.

Feeling guilty and ashamed, Christopher furrowed his brow. He was unable to explain. “Dad, this time, it's not my fault. | just don’t want Angela to have anything to do with our family. What right does she, a woman of low status, have?” Everything went terong because of that d’'mned woman, Angela.

She doesn’t know her place and dares to speak disrespectfully to me, so I...” Before Christopher could finish his sentence, Michael sternly interrupted, “Enough! Understand your place. Do you not grasp the current situation? How long do you want to carry the stigma of being an illegitimate?” They had to endure in order to bring down Jonathan. twas right, they And when the would strike and ensure that Jonathan would never rise again.

At that point, the entire Lawson Group would belong to the father and son-no, the Sanders Group! Michael's words pierced Christopher's heart like a sharp blade, causing his expression to change instantly.

The label of being illegitimate had been weighing heavily on him for a long time. Although no one pointed fingers at him and called him an illegitimate son, everyone knew his mother had once been his father’s mistress.

| TAG 11:02 The humiliation and ridicule from others only festered in the darkness and corners, and he felt powerless to stop i) Christopher frowned, then narrowed his dark eyes before finally speaking in a deep voice, “I understand. | won't act recklessly like this again.” Upon seeing his son repent, Michael's anger gradually subsided.

“That's better. You may leave.” Yes.

As soon as he left Lawson Group, Christopher's expression darkened, and he drove aimlessly around.

With the car window open, he let the cold wind blow against his face.

After a while, as he drove past a jewelry store on the commercial street, Christopher stopped.

Fanny had mentioned that they had released a new dress, and she really liked it.

Stopping the car casually, Christopher walked in.

As soon as the staff saw him, he rushed over. “Mr. Sanders, it's been a while. We have a new collection, and it's getting great reviews. Would you like to take a look?” The staff's recommendation happened to be the dress that Fanny had mentioned.

Feeling quite pleased, Christopher asked the staff to wrap it up, thinking that Fanny would be happy to see the dress.

“Mr. Sanders, would you like to pay by card or cash?” Christopher glanced at him. He pulled out a card, handed it over, and replied in a flat tone, “By card.” The staff took the card and swiped it once, but no money was deducted. Then, he nervously swiped the card again before walking over and hesitantly saying, “Mr. Sanders, it seems your card isn’t working. There's no available credit on it. Would you like to try another card?” “Impossible.” Christopher sneered and stared coldly at the staff. “There’s plenty of credit on this card. It must be your machine that’s faulty.”