Oscar didn’t immediately say how old he was. Instead, he looked at him and asked, “How old do you think I am?”
He fixed his collar and adjusted his facial expression while he was talking. He wanted to make himself look as young as possible.
Samuel Flores blinked his eyes and deliberately said a younger age, “Thirty?”
Haha
Oscar laughed out loud. He was delighted by these words.
Simona Flores, who was standing next to Dolores Flores, changed her expressions again and again. Then, she finally looked at her brother with a funny face. Wouldn’t it hurt to say such a lie?
Thirty?
Double of the thirty was more like it.
“You’re good at this, kid, but thirty is a little too young. Just say forty next time since men supposedly become mature and successful at forty.”
Samuel looked at him silently, but he was rolling his eyes in his mind. How could there be such a shameless person? Mature and successful? He looked more like an old piece of trash.
Oscar didn’t continue to joke with Samuel. He looked at Dolores seriously and respectfully said, “I’m Oscar.”
As he spoke, he took out a leather wallet from his pocket to show her his IDs, “This is my identity card, my driver’s license…”
However, Dolores didn’t take them. She just glanced at them. The words ‘Oscar’ were indeed written on them, so she apologized for her distrust a while ago, “I’m really sorry for that before. I’m being more careful since I have two children with me. Please forgive me.”
Oscar quickly waved his hand, “It’s fine, it’s fine. Let’s go up. This is not a place where we can talk.”
Dolores nodded and followed him into the elevator as she held the two kids.
After Oscar pressed the button of the floor, he lowered his head to look at Samuel, “What should I call you?”
“My name is Andrew Nelson,” Andrew pointed at his younger sister, “This is my younger sister. Her name is Amanda Nelson.”
Their surname was Nelson?
He seemed to remember that this was the surname of the family of Jolene Harris’ husband.
He glanced at Dolores and muttered, “Oh.” Then he continued to say, “You came from City B, right?”
Although it was a question, it was already in an affirmative tone.
Dolores said, “Yes.”
Oscar put away his cheeky expressions and became serious. At this time, the elevator stopped, and he walked out first, “Come down. This is the office area.”
Dolores walked down as she held the kids.
Oscar led them to his own office and directly asked her, “You must have something you want to ask for help from me since you came to look for me.”
He opened an exquisite iron box on the table and took out a piece of cigarette. He put it into his mouth and lighted it up.
“Uhm, sorry. I have something to ask you. I’m a bit disgusted by the smell of smoke. Can I speak with you first?” Dolores slightly frowned. She was sensitive to the smell of smoke because of her pregnancy.
Oscar looked at her for a while, then he looked at his cigarette that was about to be lit. Finally, he took it off from his mouth, put out the fire, and put it into the box. He posed a posture suggesting ‘please’ to Dolores, “Let’s sit down and talk.”
Dolores nodded. She patted her son on his shoulder and whispered, “Take your sister to play at the door. Don’t go too far.”
Andrew thoughtfully held his younger sister’s hand and walked out of the office.
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