Matriarch of the Hockleys

After all, there was no time to prepare food during the escape.

After he paid 50 cents to a gangster, Ismay took the things he bought and walked to the small courtyard where he rented.

'Crack~' the door was easily pushed open by him, "Emily, Emily~" he shouted happily into the room.

"Ismay, why did you buy so many things? Has the money been withdrawn?" Emily, who asked several questions in a row, hurriedly took the things in his hand.These things are very precious to them now.

"The people over there are about to get off work. I asked them and they said that they can pick it up, but they have to wait until tomorrow. All these things will be taken care of, and we won't have to wrong ourselves until tomorrow." Ismay said proudly, He urged in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll take these to the kitchen first." Emily said happily. Fortunately, she didn't leave Ismay, otherwise she would be at a loss.When the money is withdrawn, she will reward herself well.

Ismay looked at Emily's voluptuous back, with a look of covetousness in his eyes.It's really a pity, he thought about it and hurriedly followed.

"Alas~" Emily, who had just put down her things, was startled by Ismay's hand that suddenly touched her, and she couldn't help but exclaimed. "I hate it, it scares people to death~"

Thinking of the money that will be available tomorrow, Emily pretended to be ashamed and annoyed.She had to win over Ismay, but she couldn't let the vixen get away, and she would have to rely on him to live a luxurious life in the future.

Emily had no doubts about Ismay's words.In her opinion, the treacherous Ismay must have hidden a huge sum of money.

"Little slut," Ismay said, moving her hand upwards, and with the other, she slapped Emily hard on the ass. "Ah~" Knowing Ismay's preference, Emily exhaled softly, holding back the pain.

"Little goblin," Ismay pressed her upper body on Emily's back, and soon there was a blushing voice in the kitchen.

However, it didn't take long for Emily's panting to stop abruptly.Ismay withdrew, straightened her clothes and walked towards the door, turning her head and urging, "Pick up your dinner quickly, I'm hungry."

"Okay," Emily concealed her dissatisfaction, and lowered her head to pick up the clothes she had dropped on the floor.What a useless old man!There was disdain in her eyes.

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"It's getting late, gentlemen. It's time for us to have dinner." Mrs. Bruce glanced at the darkened sky, and said to those gentlemen who were reluctant to leave.Andrea smiled and said, "Eden, Carl, we're leaving."

"Wait a minute," Carl pulled up the fishing rod and pulled up the baited fish.Looking at the harvest in Carl's fish bucket, and then looking at the fish in his own bucket, Eden was a little overjoyed. "It seems that Mr. Hockley still needs to hone his fishing skills."

"Fishing is just a way for me to entertain myself." Carl said indifferently, it's okay to hold back on these small things, especially in front of Andrea.This will soften her heart, and she will love herself even more.

"Eden, let's go." Andrea said after looking at Carl apologetically.She stepped aside and took Mrs. Bruce's arm.

"Okay." They ignored the fishing rods and buckets, stood up straight, and walked behind them.

The restaurant in the horse farm is well decorated, luxurious and elegant, with simple but low-key luxury.As soon as they entered, a waiter came to show them the way.

The two gentlemen opened the chairs for the ladies one after another, and elegant music sounded in the hall.

"Let the chef take the results of our fishing all afternoon and cook one or two dishes. As for the others, let's serve a few signature dishes first!" Carl thought about it and passed the menu to Mrs. Bruce. "Ma'am, order some more. It is always difficult for men to make the right choice in this regard."

"Mr. Hockley was joking," Mrs. Bruce smiled and took the menu.

"Stuffed zucchini, roast duck with apple sauce, gratin mushrooms, asparagus cold cuts, that's all!" Mrs. Bruce put down the menu in her hand.

Carl took the menu and handed it to the waiter along with the tip. "Does Mrs. Bruce like to listen to opera?" He looked at Mrs. Bruce sincerely.

"Opera is the sound of nature left by God. Such a beautiful thing is really worth appreciating." Mrs. Bruce said with a smile.

"There is an opera house on Xingli Street. Although it doesn't have a long history, it is definitely worth a visit." Carl said sincerely.But in Eden's eyes, he is like a weasel with malicious intentions.He frowned, but didn't say anything.

"Really? I don't know the name of that opera house?"

When it comes to favorite operas, Mrs. Bruce asked very interestedly.

"'Eve Opera House', it is said that because the wife of its first owner was called 'Eve'. That opera house has only been open for 50 years, but the opera singing is really good." Carl said with a smile .

"After listening to your introduction, it seems to be worth looking forward to." Mrs. Bruce smiled. She didn't mind letting Andrea and Carl get in touch with each other a few more times. After all, only in this way can they understand each other.

"Why don't I book a few tickets then, let's go together!" Carl looked at Mrs. Bruce nervously, a little worried that she would say an answer he didn't want.

"Eden, what do you think?" Mrs. Bruce turned her head to look at Eden, and the bewildered Eden quickly came to his senses.

"You guys go, I still have things to do during this period, so I won't be with you." Eden finally understood that once Hockley appeared, he could only watch Andrea and his eyebrows. Teaser.Anyway, he couldn't stop it, so he simply didn't see it.

"Then the three of us will go together then." Mrs. Bruce replied.

"Okay, I will notify the family a few days in advance when the time comes." Carl had a smile in his eyes.

Soon the dishes were put on the table, they ate the delicious dishes gracefully, and the atmosphere on the table was very peaceful.

While in the slums

Ismay was already a little stuffed, he raised his hand and rubbed his mouth with his sleeve fiercely.

"It's not bad this time," he said generously. "I'll do it for you tomorrow." Emily said flatteringly.

In fact, Emily's cooking skills are not bad, but since she followed Ismay, she hasn't been in the kitchen much.But the main reason those meals are not tasty is because of the ingredients.

"By the way, I, oh, I'm so dizzy," Emily wanted to sit up straight, but she swayed for a few years before hitting her head on the dining table, splashing her face and hair with vegetable juice.Ismay rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Bang bang~" The already fragile wooden door made a 'creak' sound when it was smashed, and Ismay hurriedly got up and opened the door.

"Here we come. People are in the room, let's inspect the goods first!" He turned sideways to let them in.

Behind the old woman were two big men, holding sacks and sticks in their hands, with fierce eyes.

After everyone had gone in, Ismay closed the door and followed.

The old woman wobbled to the dining table, raised Emily's face for a few glances, and gave a satisfied low smile, like a witch in a fairy tale.

She pulled Emily's face away again, touched the white and smooth neck, and felt that this was a good deal in her heart.

She stretched out her hand again and pinched the woman's chest vigorously, nodding in satisfaction as if she was weighing a piece of goods. "Now, Hans, put her in the bag."

A burly man stepped forward and set Emily up, "Open the bag," and another man, who was relatively thinner, hurriedly opened the bag so he could stuff the woman in.

Soon the group of them left the courtyard with the sack. Ismay poked her head at the door for a long time to make sure that no one was rushing into the room.

He fished out a package from under the bed, stuffed it into his arms, and hurriedly left the courtyard.

"Let's go!" Eden said when he saw that everyone had eaten and rested. "good."

Eden saw Hockley's valet in the car ahead and got in.But who would have thought that he opened the car door and asked Mrs. Bruce to sit first.Seeing this, Eden felt in his heart that stealing chickens would not pay off.

"Let's go." Carl told the driver. "What are you thinking?" He suddenly turned his head to look at Andrea who was sitting aside.

"Nothing? I suddenly feel that you are so serious!" Andrea smiled coquettishly.

"Don't you like my seriousness?" As he said, Carl's hand quietly covered the back of Andrea's smooth hand, and at the same time, he felt distracted.

"No. It's just that you are still handsome when you are serious." Andrea realized what she had said after she finished speaking, and her face turned rosy.

"Really? I also think Andrea is the most beautiful at any time. I will always be attracted to you." Carl's sweet words made Andrea's mouth twitch.

"By the way, why did you suddenly mention going to the opera?" Andrea's eyes were a little confused, she didn't quite know what Carl was thinking.

"Didn't I invite you to the opera? This time, I can accompany you and receive the supervision of my mother-in-law." Carl smiled, and suddenly reached out to pat her head.

"Oh, don't mess up my hair," Andrea said coquettishly, "And who is your mother-in-law? We're just dating!" She pouted.

"Of course it's Mrs. Bruce. After all, I'm going to marry the charming Miss Andrea in the future." Carl didn't care about Andrea's words at all, anyway, he would not let Andrea go, she belonged to him.

"Do you know what I'm thinking now?" Carl's voice became low, with a seductive magnetism.

"You, what do you want to do?" Andrea suddenly became nervous.