?Chapter 832:


    Jessica looked at the flower bud in her hand. Bryan then instructed, “Take the flower away with you.”


    He was aware that Gabri would be upset if she saw the bud again. He anticipated that, in the future, Gabri would guard the things she wanted more fiercely.


    Left with no other option, Jessica discarded the flower bud in a trash bin, grabbed her purse, and left to buy a variety of treats for Gabri.


    In the office, Eileen struggled to soothe Gabri. Once she seeded, it was time to leave. On her way back, she stopped to pick up a new SIM card for Dalores and then headed straight to Dalores’ ce with it.


    She was surprised to find Kinsey at the house. He had answered the door.


    “I need to discuss something with Ms. Sampson,” Eileen said.


    Kinsey scrutinized her and inquired, “Did you purchase the phone for Dalores?”


    “Yes,” Eileen responded candidly. “We’re all from Onnd, and it helps to stay connected. We can’t do that if Dalores doesn’t have a phone. Is there a problem with that? You seem unhappy. I’m curious. After all, who doesn’t have a mobile phone these days? Or are you suggesting she shouldn’t have one?”


    Kinsey’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, his voiceced with irritation. “Dalores is my wife. Our rtionship is our business, not yours.” He paused for a moment before adding, “What do you know about Dalores and Julio’s rtionship?”


    Eileen shook her head and replied curtly, “I’m here to give something to Dalores, not to engage in idle gossip with you. So, either you call her out now, or I’ll juste back when you’re not around.”


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    Kinsey was left at a loss for words.


    Eileen, always so direct.


    Kinsey nced at the car parked behind Eileen, noticing a man’s silhouette inside. With a resigned sigh, he opened the door and instructed the servant to summon Dalores, allowing Eileen to wait inside.


    After that, he walked out of the door, approached the car, and handed a cigarette through the window.


    A voice floated out. “My daughter is here. I can’t smoke now.”


    “My apologies, Mr. Dawson. I didn’t know,” Kinsey said, bowing his head slightly. “Would you like toe in? It’ste, and you probably haven’t eaten dinner. We have some food prepared at home.”


    Bryan looked up from his phone, considering the offer. After a moment, he nodded. “Alright, thank you. I’ll park the car first. Please tell Eileen to just wait inside.”


    Kinsey was taken aback. His invitation had been partworking attempt, part courtesy. He hadn’t expected Bryan to ept so readily. He actually didn’t have enough dishes prepared at home.


    As Bryan parked his car, Kinsey hurried back to the vi, instructing the servants to prepare more dishes. He then hastily called a five-star hotel for food delivery, afraid the servants wouldn’t be able to prepare the food in time.


    Eileen had just handed Dalores a SIM card when Kinsey returned. She made to leave, but he stopped her.


    “No need to rush off. Mr. Dawson will be joining us for dinner shortly.” With that, Kinsey disappeared upstairs.


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