Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！ Chapter 1047: The Love Between Them

"Exactly!" Sam Brown nodded, "Handing over the authority of the Grant Clan, Miss Grant is really bold, isn’t she afraid that her position will be taken away? How much trust she must have in this shareholder!"

Sam Brown didn’t notice that after he spoke, Dawn Sutherland’s expression darkened a bit more, put down the pen, grabbed his suit jacket, and started walking out: "You’re working overti tonight!"

Sam Brown: "... President Sutherland!!"

Isn’t this a bit too cruel?

Sam Brown wailed, but Dawn Sutherland didn’t look back, leaving a cold, hurried silhouette for Sam Brown.

Dawn Sutherland drove ho deep in thought, Sam Brown’s words still echoing in his mind, causing a swirl of panic and unease in his heart.

"Grant the temporary authority of the Grant Clan to him, Daisy, you really trust this man, don’t you? The Grant Clan is your Uncle Grant’s lifelong effort!"

Dawn Sutherland drove up to the Grant Family’s door with a somber face and parked, sitting for a long ti, took a pack of cigarettes used for socializing from the car and smoked heavily.

The swirling smoke made Dawn Sutherland’s face look haggard with a hint of bitterness at the corners of his mouth. After finishing the pack, Dawn pushed open the door, got out, and went inside.

Upon returning ho, while changing shoes in the hallway, the aroma of dishes wafted towards him. At that mont, Daisy Grant, wearing an apron and with a warm smile, was bringing out the dishes, her eyes falling on Dawn Sutherland changing his shoes, unable to contain her joy, "Second brother, you’re back, we can eat now."

Seeing her charmingly bright face, Dawn thought of Sam Brown’s words and felt a bit heavy at heart, responded with a muted "Hmm," and walked towards the dining table.

Braised eggplant, shredded potatoes with green peppers, winter lon pork rib soup, twice-cooked pork. Three dishes and one soup, all holy stir-fries, not very colorful, so overcooked to a bit of a dark yellow, so seemingly undercooked compared to restaurant standards.

Dawn surveyed the room, "Why did you cook yourself? Where’s Donna?"

Daisy had a smiling face, cheeks slightly flushed, and replied in a soft, shy voice: "It’s my first ti cooking, second brother, would you like to try?"

While speaking, Daisy served a bowl of rice for herself and Dawn, and sat opposite him.

Under Daisy’s expectant gaze, Dawn picked up so shredded potatoes. It wasn’t really shredded potatoes, so were cut into strips, clearly the knife skills of a beginner, which also affected the quality of the dishes.

The shredded potatoes had so uncooked strips. Under Daisy’s cautiously expectant gaze, Dawn swallowed it down with a calm face: "It’s quite tasty."

Receiving the praise, Daisy’s expression relaxed, a smile spread, her voice gentle: "If you say it tastes good, it must be."

Her happiness was written all over her face, softening Dawn’s heart by a bit, as he lightly smiled: "What you make, everything tastes good."

Daisy’s smile halted, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Dawn with surprise and delight.

Receiving Daisy’s gaze, Dawn recalled her recent odd behavior and the man who drove her ho every day, lowered his gaze and quietly ate.

Any other person tasting these dishes would criticize them, but Dawn quietly swallowed the al and even had two bowls.

After finishing, Dawn stood up and said to Daisy in a muted tone: "I’m going upstairs to work."

"Okay."

After Dawn left, Daisy began eating, taking a bite of the twice-cooked pork into her mouth, her face instantly turning unnatural, "How is it this salty....." Daisy quickly took so water to rinse her mouth, gazing towards the second floor, pondering deeply, "So awful, second brother, how did you swallow this? Just didn’t want to hurt my feelings, right? But you didn’t have to eat so much of this awful food...what about a stomach upset..."