Chapter 392
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Chapter 392:
“I was born with this talent, alright?” he shot back, batting my hand away and puffing out his chest. But I caught it, a brief flicker of awe in his eyes for someone stronger.
“Alright. Once I’m less busy, I’ll teach you myself.” I chuckled and headed downstairs.
I drove to the most upscale grocery store in the area.
Pushing a cart through the aisles, I found myself strangely drawn in by the simple act of food shopping.
I selected the freshest whole chicken, top-tier high-gluten flour, and premium dark chocolate. When I passed the toy section, I stopped on a whim.
Not knowing what Silas liked, I grabbed the newest building-block set, a remote-control car, and an intricate programming robot, and tossed them all into the cart.
At the register, I called Noah.
“Push the meeting back three hours,” I said.
“Three hours?” Noah’s voice shot through the phone. “Ethan, that’s the quarterly report with Obrinope headquarters. Making them wait that long will send those shareholders into a frenzy!”
𝖣𝗈𝗻’t 𝗺𝗂𝗌𝘀 𝘯𝗲𝘸 𝗋𝗲l𝖾𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘴 𝘰ո g𝗮𝗹ո𝗈𝘃𝖾𝘭𝗌.с𝗼m
“Let them complain.” I walked toward the parking lot with bags in hand, my tone unruffled. “Tell them my son demanded that I make him dinner, and I wasn’t about to refuse.”
The line fell completely silent. I could practically hear Noah’s brain short-circuiting.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Oh… yeah.” Noah finally found his voice. “The Nexith Group acquisition is finished. But there was a small issue. Brian seems to have caught on to something. He just tried to fire Lianne, claiming she violated company policy, to cut all her ties with Nexith Group and keep her out from under your direct control.”
My grip on the steering wheel tightened, a cold gleam flashing in my eyes. “In his dreams.”
“I already blocked the termination,” Noah said quickly, angling for approval. “Lianne is still a top executive at Nexith Group, which technically makes her your subordinate. Ethan, are you sure you don’t want to bring her directly to headquarters?”
“Mind your own business.” I cut him off and hung up.
But after the call, a small smile tugged at my lips.
I did want her closer. Even if she hated me, even if she ran, as long as she was within my reach, I would find a way.
When I got home, Silas was on the couch, elbows deep in my private laptop.
“Don’t waste your energy,” I said, amused, carrying the grocery bags to the kitchen. “It’s locked.”
He shrugged, hopped off, and followed me in, standing like a tiny supervisor.
I stripped off my jacket, loosened my collar, and rolled up my sleeves.
Marinating, stuffing, roasting. Second nature. Soon, brownies sweetened the air alongside the savory scent of roast chicken.
An hour later, the chicken came out golden and crisp.
Silas swallowed despite himself. He was trying to keep up his prideful front, but his fork betrayed him, lunging forward before he could stop it.
He ripped off a drumstick and bit in. His eyes lit up despite himself.
“Good?” I asked, settling across from him, watching him tear into the chicken with real hunger. Strangely, the sight gave me a deeper sense of satisfaction than any billion-dollar deal ever had.
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