Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1098

"All right, all right. Whatever you say. Oh, Sam said that something came up at work, so he went back to deal with it, and he will be back tomorrow."

"I hope he doesn't come back. I'm not able to repay his help, and he's wasting his time."

"But he did it of his free will, and we can't chase him off. What can you do about it?"

Vera sighed.

"Vera."

"What's wrong?" Vera walked out of the kitchen. The employee who was handling delivery orders called out to her. She pointed at an address and said, "A customer in this nightclub ordered ten portions of pasta, and wants us to deliver it to them."

Ten portions of pasta?

Vera was stunned for a moment. Such a big order? At a nightclub?

Vera felt that it seemed a little dangerous just by looking at the delivery address. Perhaps it was because she didn't have much experience with places like this, and the unknown felt scary to her.

When she was hesitating, the employee said, "Why don't I deliver it? It's near my house, so it should be safe, and I know my way around there."

Vera looked up at her and then shook her head with a smile. "I'm not letting you go. Stay and watch the delivery phone. Since my father isn't back yet, I'll go deliver it."

Mabie was a little surprised when she heard that Vera was going to deliver a big order. Mabie asked in astonishment, "How are you going to carry all this food?"

As she was speaking, Vera easily picked up the pasta and put them into a box, then carried it.

Her strength had been trained over time.

Only the people who were used to being taken care of would complain about being unable to carry things.

Vera had seen a lot of women who could barely open a bottle cap before they got married, but they were able to rip through their parcels with no issue, and they could even move quickly, carrying two children on them.

Therefore, women weren't physically weak; it just depended on whether they wanted to do it or not.

"Mom, it's okay. I'll be right back."

At the nightclub.

When Vera entered with a box in her arms, she was stopped by the receptionist, who asked her why she was there. After Vera told the receptionist her identity, she looked at her with a little bit of disdain and spoke to her with little respect.

"Food delivery? Just go up in that elevator in the front."

Vera wasn't bothered by the judgmental gaze as she would be out of here after she delivered the food.

As she was about to enter the elevator carrying the box, someone entered the club, and it was someone Vera knew. She was shocked because she hadn't expected to see him there.

The person was none other than Ernest, who ate at her restaurant recently.

Why was he here? Should she greet him? Would it be rude if she didn't greet him since she already saw him?

As she thought of it, Vera took the initiative and said hi to Ernest.

Just as the receptionist saw this interaction, their face was filled with more disgust.

Ernest was here to look for someone, and he had someone with him; the two of them spoke in a low voice. It was only when the person with Ernest noticed Vera, that Ernest looked in Vera's direction after he told Ernest something.

When he saw Vera standing there with a box of food in her arms, Ernest was taken aback, but he quickly reacted.

Then he stepped toward Vera.

"Mr. Lowell, what a coincidence." Vera smiled at him and the person beside him.

The man who opened the door had a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked vulgar. He sized Vera up, then moved away from the door.

"It wasn't me. It's my friends inside who ordered it. Bring it in."

"Okay." The man's gaze made Vera feel extremely uncomfortable, and she decided to leave as soon as she placed the food on the table.

However, when Vera walked in, she realized that the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The smell was pungent and nauseating.

The room was full of men, and their eyes were all red from the alcohol.

Most importantly, each of them were hugging women that were in revealing clothes.

With a glance, Vera realized that something was wrong. She quickly turned around and walked towards the exit with the box of food in her arms.

However, when she took two steps forward, she was stopped by the man with a cigarette in his mouth who had just opened the door.

"Hey? What are you doing? You haven't put down the food yet, and you want to leave? Are you here

for delivery or not?"

Vera pursed her lips and said with a worrying look, "I'm at the wrong address."

After saying that, she was going to walk around him, but the man blocked her path again. "How could this be the wrong address? There's the name on your box. Patrick, were you the one who ordered the pasta?"

The man called Patrick laughed sneakily as he held a woman in his arms.

"What do you think? I told you the owner of this restaurant was a hot girl. Look at her small waist and slender legs. I wasn't lying, was I?"

"Patrick, you have good taste. Come on, girl. Let me see if the pasta tastes good today."