The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 1218

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218: Extra: Donovan Jennings’ Workday Routine

After the crisis from the Otherworld’s arrival was resolved, all sides were actively engaged in various follow-up tasks.

While overseas they had yet to recover from the chaos brought by the Otherworld, Cathay had already regained stability.

Still, there’s no shortage of tasks for the Security Bureau and the Mystical Sect.

As an important member of the Mystical Council, honorary representative of the Taoism Association, and foreign affairs consultant at the Taoism Academy, Donovan Jennings naturally had a lot of work too.

But after forgetting Scarlett, it was challenging to "find his sister again." He independently started working online, whether the Mystical Council agreed or not.

The sun was just right this day.

Scarlett Jennings was brushing Pretty’s fur on the garden lawn, while Samuel Chalmers stood nearby, holding a spray gun, and with the sprinkler mode, was rinsing the backs of two turtles on the ground.

Kingston Jennings painted on the little ones’ backs, but it lasted only two days before being smudged.

The originally blooming shell was either missing a piece or the color was smeared, which Samuel Chalmers happened to notice.

The long-dormant obsessive-compulsive system was back online.

Thus, the scene of the two little ones being trapped in the garden and washed was born.

Scarlett Jennings brushed Pretty’s fur while sneaking glances at Samuel Chalmers, who was earnestly rinsing the turtles, her almond eyes curving with an inexplicable, pleasant smile.

Donovan Jennings set up a table beside them, using his laptop to handle some online affairs now and then.

Meanwhile, Shellback initially resisted the washing, but after being rinsed for a while, seemed to find some enjoyment and even turned over, voluntarily exposing its plastron.

"Rinse here too."

The younger brother turtle was puzzled, yet seeing the elder with all fours up, also clumsily scrambled and managed to flip itself over.

A big and a small turtle lay on the lawn with their feet in the air.

Samuel Chalmers paused his rinsing, looked expressionlessly at the two turtles on the ground, and after some time, smirked coldly, dropped the spray gun, and went to sit beside Scarlett Jennings.

Scarlett Jennings glanced at him and passed the comb to the two little papermen watching eagerly, picked up the towel from the table, and handed it to him.

As it was the sprinkler mode, some mist sprinkled on his hand.

The intention was for him to wipe his hands, but instead, Samuel Chalmers extended his hand towards her.

This meant he wanted her to wipe it.

Scarlett Jennings raised her eyebrows and didn’t refuse, reaching out while saying,

"Just finished brushing Pretty without washing my hands, but it’s okay, it had a bath last week."

Her words made Samuel Chalmers’ outreached hand freeze for a moment.

Donovan Jennings stared at his laptop screen, yet his peripheral vision and ears were focused on Scarlett Jennings’ side, his eyes subtly deepening with amusement.

Just then, Uncle Ming, the butler, led a young man over. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Young master, this person says he’s from the Mystical Council and came to see you."

Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalmers turned their heads, seeing the visitor, looking in his twenties, visibly young, with hinting spiritual power, indeed from the Mystical Sect.

The young man spoke, his voice respectful yet restrained,

"Mr. Jennings, the elder asked me to deliver some documents to you. Knowing you’re busy, the elder instructed me to temporarily stay in Sea City; you can instruct me if needed."

Then he introduced himself,

"You can call me Felix Clark."

After he finished speaking, everyone present, including Uncle Ming, fell silent.

Uncle Ming’s gaze at Felix Clark carried evident scrutiny, not because of his Mystical Council identity, but because...

Uncle Clark?

This young guy seems youthful but opened his mouth to let the young master call him uncle... Could he be a demon?

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