Jonathan sat on the couch, opened the lunch box, and took out the dishes and rice bowl. “Have you eaten the portion for one person!”
Angela nodded. “Yes, I ate before coming”
Then, she began to look around his office. It was her first time here.
A few seconds later, Jonathan murmured in acknowledgment.
They ate in silence.
This style matches perfectly with the decoration of Springgate Estates. Angela figured it was the work of an interior designer.
In less than a minute, the door was pushed open again, and a female secretary brought in at cup of tea. “Miss Angela, here’s your tea.”
Angela casually replied. “Okay, thank you.
“Not Miss Angela, it’s Mrs. Lawson.” Jonathan stopped using his cutleries and glanced at the secretary. “This is my wife. In the future, when she comes, just bring it directly to my office.”
“Okay, Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Lawson. The female secretary looked at Angela with a complicated. look, then got up and left the room.
Within a few minutes, there was another knock on the office door.
“Come in.”
The secretary held a lunch box and said nervously, “Mr. Lawson, this is the lunch that was ordered in advance and has been delivered.”
Jonathan didn’t even look up and said softly, “Just leave it there.”
Lunch? Is this what he normally eats if lunch isn’t delivered?
She turned around and happened to see the secretary looking at her. The latter quickly withdrew her gaze and left the office.
Angela curiously asked, “Jonathan, is this your work lunch?”
Jonathan, who was still eating, looked up at her, then glanced at the lunch box placed on the
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desk by his secretary, and explained, “It’s fine to leave it there. My secretary orders lunch for me every day.”
“Oh.”
Jonathan continued to eat with his head down unhurriedly, and his posture was exceptionally graceful.
Angela suddenly remembered a phrase that had been said too many times. ‘Serious men are the most charming.
Just as she was about to look away, she inadvertently glanced at the lunch box.
After some thought, Angela picked up the lunch box to see what someone like Jonathan, a businessman of his caliber, would cat.
It was a silver insulated container. She turned it around and found no logos or brand markings.
It looked like a personal one, the kind she used to give to George and James for their work lunches, and Fanny would deliver them using the same type of box.
Angela put the lunch box down, unscrewed the lid, and a strong egg fragrance hit her nose.
The first layer was fried eggs, and they were… smiley face fried eggs.
She then carefully removed the layers of dishes. The dishes were very home–cooked, nothing like what one would find in a restaurant. The presentation was also plain, not like how restaurants serve dishes. It looked more like the kind of lunch packed by a young working girl for herself.
Angela placed everything back and casually remarked, “Jonathan, let’s try a different place next time. The presentation here is really unimpressive.”
Jonathan raised his eyes, locked eyes with her for a few seconds, then replied, “Your call.”
On the other side, Christopher was escorted into Michael’s office by his assistant. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Michael sitting upright in his chair with a stern expression and a furrowed brow.
He immediately realized he was in for a scolding.
“Dad, here are the documents you asked for. I brought them over.”
At that point, the entire Lawson Group would belong to the father and son–no, the Sanders Group!
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