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Chapter 993 His Daughter Needs A Lesson At five o'clock in the afternoon, Zack knocked on the door of the office.
It was tto go off work. Out of politeness, he cto visit them.
Hearing the knock on the door, everyone in the Office raised their eyes, stopped the work in their hands, and watched Zack walk inside. "Hello, Mr. Clarke!" The five designers greeted Zack.
"Mr. Clarke." Jennifer stood up with a gentle look on her face.
"Does the cake taste good?" Zack went straight to her desk with a kind look and smile. "If you like it, I'll ask Tristan to buy it every day." "Thanks, but you don't have to do that." Jennifer refused immediately. Although she was moved, she didn't want to bother him too much.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, Zack was anxious. "Don't you like it? I'll try another shop if the cake is not sweet." he had compared countless shops in person.
Finally, he chose this cake shop whose cake had a very similar taste to the ones in her childhood.
Zack always wanted to do something for Jennifer, starting with the taste of the cake in her childhood.
"No." Jennifer explained with a smile, "The cake tastes good, but we don't want to bother Tristan... and you." She still refused. Zack suddenly realized that he might be too anxious.
He should do this gradually. He shouldn't scare her.
"Okay..." Zack nodded. "I understand." Understand? What did he understand? Jennifer was confused, but she kept smiling.
All the designers thought Mr. Clarke was a kind person. He was generous and good-tempered.
After such a short silence, he said to everyone, "You should also take care of yourselves and don't work too late.
I'm getting off work today. If you need anything, you can talk to Tristan. He will help you with anything." "OK, Mr. Clarke!" They nodded.
"You don't have to worry about us," Jennifer said. "We will finish our work according to the schedule and do it well." "I'm not here to urge you to work." Zack felt a little embarrassed.
Jennifer also smiled, "I know." "Well, go ahead with your work. | have to go." "Okay, goodbye." After saying that, he turned around and left reluctantly.
From tomorrow on, Zack would also stay in the company until night came. Even if he had never worked overtbefore, he would try to spend more twith his daughter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe didn't work overttoday because he had to go hto talk to Georgia.
It was Georgia's fault for what happened today. She had done something wrong, and she even slandered Jennifer! "Mrs. Marsh, do you think... that Mr. Clarke is a little weird?" Phoebe was always straightforward. She took a look at the door where Zack disappeared.
At this time, Drew added, "It's just that he seems to be too gentle. He is not like a boss and is very easygoing.
It's not strange. We are from the Marsh Group. He should pay great attention to us." "No, that's not the reason," Jennifer sat down and looked at everyone. "Let's start working. Don't waste time." Then what was the reason? Everyone was confused, but they stopped asking.
The five designers went back to their work, but Jennifer gradually lost in thought.
When Zack returned home, he asked, "Is Georgia at home?" Joan quickly stood up from the sofa and walked towards her husband. Seeing his cold face, she was a little confused. "What's wrong? What... did Georgia do?" "Did she cback?" Zack didn't answer but asked again.
Joan shook her head and replied, "No." "When she is back, ask her to cto the study. | wanna talk to her." Then Zack walked upstairs.
As soon as he went upstairs, Georgia drove her car into the yard and stopped beside his father's car.
Joan saw Georgia get off the car with her bag, take off her sunglasses and walk into the house.
Joan couldn't help worrying about her daughter.