Matriarch of the Hockleys

"Mr. Bruce should be busy at ordinary times. I just happen to be free, so there's no trouble." Carl smiled and looked at Andrea gently.

"Then I'll trouble you." Eden looked at the smiling Carl with a half-smile.

"Sir, I have a call for you." The valet said respectfully. "I'll leave first," Eden said apologetically.

"Please," Carl smiled nonchalantly.

Watching Mr. Bruce leave, Carl turned to look at Andrea.Andrea, who had been burying her head in eating dessert and trying to shrink her sense of existence, felt a pain in her back. "Mr Hockley, what's the matter?"

"Miss Bruce, I want to ask. Does what you said before still count?" Carl stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, and spoke slowly.

"That sentence?" "It's about going to the opera together. When will Miss Andrea be able to fulfill it?" Carl had a smile in his eyes.

Thinking of what she had said, Andrea almost bit her own tongue, and she felt her whole body froze.

Carl looked at Andrea narrowly, "Is Miss Bruce going to break the appointment?" "Of course not," Andrea looked unhappy, she felt that she was being played.

"That's good. I'll send someone to notify you in advance." Carl felt that Andrea was just an awkward little girl who always liked soft things rather than hard things.

"Of course, Mr. Hockley." Andrea had a smile on her face, but the fork in her hand poked several holes in the dessert.Carl looked at Andrea's small movements with a smile.

"I just want to inspect the firm tomorrow, why don't I wait for you at the gate of the firm at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning! I can take you around New York, and we can taste the delicious food of New York together at noon. How about it?" Carl poured a glass of Coffee with milk was offered to Andrea. "Have a sip of coffee!"

Andrea picked up the coffee, pouted and took a sip. "Just arrange it!"

Carl continued, "I remember that there is a restaurant near the business, and their reputation has always been good. Their signature is vanilla chocolate puffs, you can try them when the time comes."

"Really?" Andrea was aroused, "Then I have to taste it tomorrow."

"It won't live up to your expectations," Carl looked at Andrea with tender eyes.

"Well," Andrea suddenly felt her cheeks burning, and she said nervously. "Would you like to take a tour?"

"If you came to introduce me, of course, it's a great honor." Carl's voice suddenly became a little magnetic, and Andrea's ears were also a little hot, and she felt that her ears must have turned red.

"Come with me!" Andrea led Carl to the second floor, "Let me show you the study first." "Okay." Carl followed closely behind Andrea.Just when Andrea stepped onto the second floor, she stepped on her skirt nervously, "Ah!" Andrea leaned forward, and she looked at the floor in horror.

Just when she was about to close her eyes in horror, she suddenly felt her waist being hugged.Andrea looked at the floor two feet from her face and felt a moment of dread. "Hockley," Carl pulled Andrea up, "Are you okay? Andrea," he asked nervously.

Andrea let go of Carl's sleeve and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, let's go to the study first."

"Are you sure?" Karl approached Andrea involuntarily, "Why don't you go down and take a rest first."

"No need," Andrea raised her hand to reject Carl's suggestion, "Don't worry me, okay? Andrea." Carl grabbed Andrea's wrist, "Let's rest first," Ann Delia looked at Carl's deep pupils, and her heart beat faster.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, someone suddenly broke the atmosphere of silence. "Andrea." Eden looked warily at Carl who was pulling Andrea.

"Mr. Hockley, can you let go first?" Eden said with a hint of anger in his tone, "May I ask what happened?"

"Eden, I stepped on my skirt just now, and it was Mr. Hockley who held me back. If it wasn't for Mr. Hockley, I'm afraid I would have had an intimate contact with the floor." Sensing the second brother's hostility towards Carl, she hurriedly explained .

"Really? Thank you so much, Mr. Hockley. It's getting late, let's go down for lunch!" Eden didn't let go of his vigilance towards Carl. In his eyes, Carl was a cat that could be taken away at any time. My sister's wolf.

"But, I only ordered a dessert!" It's not twelve o'clock yet, what is Eden doing?

"That's just right, I've saved all the desserts for lunch." Eden smiled maliciously, this idiot, he was still worrying about her, but she was still thinking about desserts.

"Then let's go down first!" Karl hurriedly rescued Andrea.

"Please," Eden signaled Carl to go ahead. Carl looked at Andrea before turning and going downstairs.

Eden gave Andrea a warning look, and she winked mischievously at Eden.

"Aemon, order the kitchen to serve lunch." "Yes, sir."

The food was served quickly. Looking at the sumptuous lunch, a smile appeared in Andrea's eyes.

"Mr. Hockley, try this dish of lamb with mint sauce. This is our chef's specialty." Eden enthusiastically introduced it to Carl.

Carl obediently squeezed a little bit and raised his eyebrows.Well, "It tastes good." Eden smiled and said nothing when he saw this.

Andrea suddenly felt that the atmosphere at the table became oppressive, and her sensitive instinct told her that it was not suitable for her to speak now.She lowered her head and ate seriously. For the first time, she really felt the taste of chewing wax.

Phew~ The long lunch is finally over, and Andrea couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why don't we go to the study and talk, Mr. Hockley." Eden looked at Carl with a smirk. "Very happy."

"Andrea, go and rest first, I'll chat with Mr. Hockley." After finishing speaking, Eden walked towards the stairs.

Carl stood up from the chair, put his hands on the dining table, and looked down at Andrea slightly.Andrea twisted her neck uncomfortably, "Don't forget our agreement, see you tomorrow at Locke Avenue, at the entrance of Hockley Firm. My dear Miss Andrea." Carl chuckled and turned around Keep up with Eden.Andrea was left sitting at the table, blushing like a tomato.

"Come in," Eden pushed open the door of the study, "Mr. Hockley will be staying in the United States all this time?" He pulled out the chair and sat down slowly. "Sit down, Mr. Hockley."

"Of course, compared to the Hockley family's foundation, it has always been in the United States." "Mr. Bruce seems to have not returned to England for a long time!" "Businessmen are always busy, and Mr. Hockley must have more experience than I do about this." Right!" "Yeah, a businessman can't always enjoy leisure time, unless he is going to retire!" Carl said with a smile.

"The death of the Titanic seems to have brought a lot of trouble to the Pittsburgh Iron Works," Eden said calmly. "There was trouble, but it didn't cause any major losses." Carl said indifferently.

"That Mr. Ismay is running around, Mr. Hockley should pay attention during this time! People in desperate situations will always make crazy moves, you'd better pay attention." Eden's words were stinging Open your mouth.

"The security of the United States is still trustworthy." Although he said this, Carl decided to strengthen his vigilance as soon as he returned.After all, the stocks that I sold to him before have become waste paper now, who knows if he will want to take revenge on himself.

"Mr. Hockley should be careful. The cruel behavior of that Mr. Ismay has been published in American newspapers." Eden sneered.

"I'll be more vigilant. By the way, it seems that I didn't see Mrs. Bruce today?" "She's gone for a beauty treatment. You know, women always pay special attention to their own beauty. This is their nature, isn't it?"

"By the way! How long are Mrs. Bruce and the others going to stay in the United States this time?" Karl finally asked the question he had always wanted to know.

Eden looked at Carl who didn't change his face, laughed secretly in his heart, and finally got to the point. "I'm not too sure about this, and they haven't made any arrangements yet."

"It is said that Mrs. Bruce came to the United States for Mr. Bruce's marriage?" Carl said jokingly.

"Perhaps! I don't know where Mr. Hockley heard such words." When the marriage was mentioned, Eden's temples ached.oh!God, let him go!

"There is no shortage of people who are good at communicating on the Titanic." Carl's tone was mysterious, but Eden didn't want to continue asking.

"It's too early to talk about this. Mr. Hockley seems to be a little older than me. Isn't the old Mr. Hockley in a hurry?" Carl heard Eden's intention to divert the topic, and went down the slope.

"It's just a little older. If you count carefully, we seem to be about the same age."

"Mr. Hockley doesn't have a sweetheart yet! There are so many ladies in New York, can't Mr. Hockley fall in love with any of them?" Eden tentatively asked.

"Mr. Bruce is wrong, I already have a sweetheart." Thinking of tomorrow's date, Carl's eyes brought a smile. "Oh? I don't know which celebrity can catch your attention."

"It should be said that I wanted to attract her attention." Looking at Carl, who had a strange smile, Eden's calm expression collapsed.

"According to Mr. Hockley, it seems that he has not yet won the hearts of beauties."