My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos) novel Chapter 1095

Culver pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile and agreed.

She was already a violent woman from the beginning. Did he really think that she would change her personality?

He thought of her arguing with the few women just then. It seemed that it had not been as effective as her fighting them directly!

Naomi's voice rang in his ear, "You called me out to deal with those women, right? Now that I'm done dealing with them, can I leave now?"

"Of course not!"

Culver frowned and said, "We have yet gotten to the matter I called you here for!"

"What is it?"

"Accompany me to see my mother!"

Naomi was surprised.

"No way! Mr. Olsen, even a donkey needs time to rest. I've just finished this battle, and you want me to go into another one?"

Culver gave her a sidelong glance and said, "Be good, you're not a donkey!"

Naomi was speechless.

She almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I don't care. Anyway, this is too much work, so you can give me the right compensation. For example, the time limit that you deducted before can be extended."

Culver was displeased as he said, "Bosses don't like calculative employees like you."

"I don't need my bosses to like me. Just give me some time!"

Culver pursed her lips and said, "Then, that all depends on your performance!"

At the Olsen family.

Unlike the super-rich people who liked to live in the mountains, the Olsen family's mansion was located in the prosperous city center of Greene City.

There were many roads in front and the Olsen family's mansion was by the end of the road, therefore it was quite convenient for them to go wherever they wanted.

Naomi stood in the open space in front of her, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Your family doesn't have a yard?"

She was not that ignorant. She had been to many rich and powerful families' houses. However, she had not seen such a vast exposed courtyard before.

Hearing that, Culver slowly walked over and stood beside her.

"Do you see that?"

Naomi followed the direction that he had pointed, and saw a beautiful rainbow.

"If it rains in the morning, we can see a rainbow from this place. My mother likes it a lot, therefore there is no courtyard in our house."

Naomi raised her brows and said, "Aren't you worried that people will come in?"

Culver only curled up the corners of his mouth and did not answer.

Later, Naomi felt that she had thought too much into it. Since they dared to do that, they must have prepared the best safety measures!

The mansion of the Olsen family was a relatively traditional small western-style house.

Naomi knew a little about architecture. After all, she had been influenced by Eudora since she was young, therefore she naturally had some knowledge.

When she saw the house for the first time, she was fascinated.

"This seems to be the work of a French architect?"

Culver was stunned as he said, "I did not expect you to be so knowledgeable."

Not daring to all take credit, Naomi quickly explained, "I just heard it from my mother before."

"Then, your mother must be a person with a lot of experience. This is indeed the work of a French architect. It was my great grandfather who hired him to design it!"

"It's quite beautiful," Naomi said. This was probably the first time she had praised a building like this as it really was a sight to behold.

The mansion adopted a retro style that was popular in that era combined with modern styled carved beams and painted pillars, a perfect mix.

The business industry was like a bottomless pit. Once one walked in, they would always struggle for fame and fortune, never stopping.

Once one stopped fighting, they would be filled with guilt. They would be afraid of being surpassed or abandoned.

Culver took a step back.

He said flatly, "So what? Why do we have to be number one?"

"You unfilial son! The Olsen family has worked hard for so many generations. How can you ruin us just like that?" said Norman as he reached out to take another object. The cups on the table had all been smashed, so he grabbed the teapot.

If the teapot hit Culver, the consequences would be disastrous.

At that critical moment, Naomi instinctively stepped forward and kicked the pot away.

The pot flew out of the door with a bang and hit the marble floor outside.

Everyone in the room was stunned. They all looked at Naomi, including Culver, as if they were looking at an alien.

Naomi herself did not feel that she had done anything wrong. She turned her head to Norman and tried to persuade him.

She turned her head to Norman and tried to persuade him, "Uncle, if you have something to say, just say it. It's dangerous to smash things like this!"

Completely shocked, Norman said furiously, "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak in our house? Do I need you to tell me what I should do?"

Naomi was also a little angry, but she still said patiently, "It was only a suggestion. I wasn't trying to tell you what to do."

"We, the Olsen family, don't need any suggestions from others! The elder's words are always right! You are just a youngster. Do you have any manners?"

Manners again!

Naomi laughed inwardly.

Greene City was such a filthy, uncultured place, but everyone here talked about manners with her.

Naomi pursed her lips.

She said firmly, "Manners? As the name suggests, manners is a form of culture. It could be a rule, or a courtesy! It's etiquette for a child to respect their elders and care about their juniors. Isn't it the same for an adult? Uncle, do you practice this theory of manners yourself?"