"Yeah, just a mute who can't speak."
Ruth Upperton's arrogant tone carried a noble disdain, as she tightly clung to Julian Johnsons' arm, pleading, "But she cooks... fairly okay. Julian, could you accompany grandpa and grandma for a while, please?"
Actually.
Ruth originally wanted to praise the cooking as incredibly good, so tasty that she had single-handedly devoured an entire plate of ordinary braised tofu, but again, it stole her thunder.
After pausing, she changed her statement to "cooks... fairly okay."
"I'm busy."
Julian shook off her grasp, his deep eyes fixed on the luxurious Rolex watch around his wrist, speaking coldly, "I have an arrangement to meet Isabella Lindsey at the western restaurant at seven-thirty, in twenty-five minutes."
"Is having a meal with her that important?" Ruth was unwilling to let go.
However.
Julian proved through his actions just how important she was.
Without further ado, he strode away, getting into the car parked outside.
