Don't Fall For Me, CEO-Chapter 835: Want to Send Him to His Grave?

But whether it was July Quinn or Susan Carter, they spat out the food disdainfully after taking the first bite.

July Quinn even slapped him across the face: "You used so many ingredients, yet it’s this disgusting. You’re simply wasting food."

Arthur White was enraged and was about to retort.

But then, the plate along with the food inside was thrown in his face.

"Take it back and redo it."

Arthur White was furious.

But facing July Quinn’s cold and beautiful eyes, he had to swallow his anger and start making stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles all over again.

He always thought that maybe after three or four attempts, he could make food to suit July Quinn and Susan Carter’s tastes and send these two gods of plague away.

But in the blink of an eye, he had made these two dishes more than twenty times, yet still couldn’t make a flavor that satisfied them.

Once again hit by the plate and food, Arthur White silently shed hot tears as he started to prepare the cold noodles again.

Because he truly understood what it meant to "invite gods in easily but send them off with difficulty!"

Because of this, he tried to secretly contact Bianca White while pretending to have a stomachache and squatting in the bathroom.

"Uncle, what’s the matter?"

"Not much, just something I want to discuss with you at the estate."

That’s right, Arthur White didn’t mention July Quinn over the phone, fearing that Bianca would be too scared to come over knowing July was there.

If not for her, Arthur wouldn’t have gotten himself involved with July Quinn, spending over ten hours making stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles.

So, it’s the bell ringer who must untie the bell!

Bring Bianca White here, let July Quinn resolve personal grievances, and he wouldn’t need to keep making grilled cold noodles and stinky tofu.

"But it’s late now, maybe I can go to the estate tomorrow?"

It was already late at night, and Bianca White had already removed her makeup, changed into her pajamas, and lay in bed.

She didn’t want to leave her warm and comfy nest at all.

Then Arthur White’s tone suddenly became much more serious: "The matter is urgent, it can’t wait until tomorrow morning!"

He had played the street vendor for over ten hours; if it lasted until tomorrow, he might as well keel over.

"Then...alright."

Bianca eventually relented, though she wondered what kind of urgent matter could make her uncle call her to the estate late at night.

No matter how Bianca contemplated, she couldn’t imagine that when she entered The White Estate, she’d see her uncle with a face swollen beyond recognition, busily engaging in a "mini kitchen" set up in the living room with pots and pans.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Bianca was utterly confused, and she also noticed July Quinn and the foreign person comfortably sipping tea and eating sunflower seeds nearby.

Bianca couldn’t help but shout at July Quinn.

"July Quinn, this is our White Family, not a place for you to mess around."

As soon as she spoke, her head was knocked twice.

Bianca turned around and saw her uncle Arthur White holding an oil-dripping spatula and staring at her angrily.

"Apologize to Miss Quinn immediately." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He called Bianca over for help, not to send him on his way!

But Bianca looked utterly baffled.

"Uncle, what’s going on? Why are you..."

Bianca was completely puzzled by her uncle’s sudden respect for July Quinn and why he was personally making grilled cold noodles and stinky tofu in the living room!

But at this moment, July Quinn spoke: "Since Miss White is here too, help your uncle with the grilled cold noodles and stinky tofu."