Chapter 811 Don’t You Have Hands?
Mateo’s face fell. Just as he was about to turn her down, he looked up and saw Crayson staring sternly at him. Left with no choice, he rose and sat down on the chair beside it.
Just then, Matthew took off his apron and shuffled toward them from the kitchen. “Come on, Master Iron. I’ve reserved a seat for you.” Eleanor patted the seat beside her with a bright smile. “Don’t you think I treat you well?”
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There seemed to be an insinuation in her words. She was trying to mock Veronica, who was seated across from her. “Thanks, Your Highness.” Matthew didn’t mind it as he sat down beside her.
As the only senior among the younger people, Crayson said, “Alright. Since everyone’s here, we’ll start having lunch.” Hayley never came down to join them. Those who knew what had happened never brought up this matter either.
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