But Enna Clark didn't know that; she wasn't familiar enough with Assistant Terrence to know his taste.
So she simply believed what someone said, thinking Charles Terrence really liked this place's food. Considering it, she said, "Next time I'll bring Olivia along. Olivia likes spicy food too; she should like this place. And let's call Young Master Sinclair along too; it's livelier with more people."
"Okay." Baron Lawrence never had any opinions on such trivial matters. Whatever she said went.
He noticed that the little guy had finished the steamed egg custard in his bowl, and the three other members of the pancake brigade at the table had also finished their pancakes. His deep black eyes were domineering, "Let's go, you ate too much tonight; I'll take you for a stroll."
"Where are we going to stroll?" Enna Clark got up and followed behind him.
"Scott Harris, pay the bill!"
