His Dangerous Love

Chapter 79 I'm More Generous Than Mr. Larsen

Chapter 79 I'm More Generous Than Mr. Larsen

Abraham didn't care about whether Elianna was embarrassed at all but asked curiously, "When I was talking to Mr. Larsen, were you there?"

Elianna took a deep breath, ignored his question, and tried her best to say calmly, "Thank you for keeping this secret for me."

"Oh, I told you earlier I have a great work ethic."

Abraham took a sip of coffee and continued, "If you need money, ask Mr. Larsen for it. He is too rich to care about even 100 million. Won't he give money to you?"

Elianna smiled, "I don't want to cause trouble for him."

Abraham curled his lips and didn't believe it.

He stared at her, with his eyes getting brighter and brighter. He said eagerly, "How about you hang out with me? I will be more generous than Mr. Larsen!"

"Are you sure?"

No one dared to compete with Jefferson.

Abraham didn't care at all. "Anyway, your relationship won't last. At worst, I'll get in line."

Although Elianna thought so, it was somewhat harsh to hear it from Abraham.

She sipped coffee and said, "I should leave now."

Abraham was sitting on the rocking chair and holding a coffee cup. He glanced at the scroll box on the table and said, "You are cautious enough."

"I must make it perfect."

After yawning, Abraham pretended to be reluctant to part with her. "Okay, I'll contact you if I have any news."

As soon as Elianna stood up, Abraham added jokingly, "If you change your mind and want to follow me, you can also contact me."

Elianna smiled gently, "Thanks. I will consider it."

She was so calm that Abraham didn't know how to answer her.

After Elianna left, Abraham clicked his tongue twice. "She is so charming. No wonder Mr. Larsen is interested in her." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Are you sure you saw her going to Treasures Gallerie with a painting?"

Kenley was overwhelmed after knowing that Elianna had gone out with the painting.

After hanging up, she couldn't calm down for a long time.

How dare Elianna sell the painting Brice gave her!

Now that she was in such a hurry to send the painting over, would there be a buyer...

No, she had to expose her quickly.

At noon, Elianna went home with her packed lunch. When she opened the door, she saw two pairs of shoes that did not belong to her.

In the living room, Joyce was sitting in the middle of the sofa and Kenley was advising her softly.

"Elianna probably didn't intend to send Asher dishes he didn't like. She likely forgot it."

"Forgot it? Her family can't help Asher. In addition, she can't even remember what her husband likes to eat. Why did Asher have to marry her?"

As she finished, Elianna walked into the living room.

Seeing the two unexpected guests at home, she paused for a few seconds and smiled politely.

"Hello, Joyce."

Joyce's face immediately darkened when she saw Elianna and she responded indifferently, "Hello."

Seeing the takeaway box in her hand, Joyce sneered, "Is this your lunch? No wonder you fool Asher with such junk food. What's worse, you don't even know he can't have chili. That's why he has a stomachache."

Stomachache?

Elianna glanced at Kenley, who was laughing secretly, and immediately understood.

It seemed that Kenley reported to Joyce about her delivery of food. That was why Joyce came to question her.

Joyce continued, "Asher has been so exhausted from helping Jefferson recently. As his fiancee, you should take good care of him. Even Kenley gave Asher the food she cooked. What did you do?"