Not coming back?
Mia Ginger was stunned for a second and softly said, "Hmm."
"I already called Uncle Lewis," Koa Jackson was a bit uneasy, "Let them know if you have any dinner preferences, Aunt Lee is good at Chinese cuisine, while Little Darcy is good at Western dishes."
"Okay." Mia Ginger replied again.
Koa Jackson held the phone, thought for a while, and finally said helplessly, "Let’s leave it at that."
"Hmm."
Koa Jackson hung up the phone.
Feeling a bit depressed.
He’s a man of few words, which makes everyone around him seem talkative.
This was the first ti he encountered soone like this.
Unaccustod.
Koa Jackson lowered his eyes in thought and put away his phone.
Working in the hospital is busy, and he was promoted to chief physician at a young age, which was rare; he’s also devoted to his work, spending at least five days a week in the hospital.
Overti is the norm.
Uncle Lewis and the others were clearly used to it and didn’t take it to heart.
At exactly seven, Aunt Lee prepared dinner, and Mia Ginger dined alone in the Chinese restaurant.
Her figure was slender, wearing a light azure thin blouse, sitting alone at the large dining table, inevitably looking lonely, as if she could disappear in a blink.
Alia Miller glanced from afar, feeling a bit complex sympathy in her heart.
She pursed her lips, feeling quite helpless as she went to the garden to make a call.
Charlotte Chester and Zuri Ginger had both given her instructions, neither could be offended, so she reported to Charlotte Chester and then called Zuri Ginger separately.
"Really? Dr. Jackson isn’t coming back tonight?" Zuri Ginger’s voice contained an unmistakable excitent.
"He said he was working overti." Alia reminded.
"I knew it, soone like him definitely won’t like Mia Ginger, not wanting to deal with her even on the first day," Zuri Ginger remarked to herself, "Keep a close eye, the mont he returns, what they say to each other, report to imdiately, okay?"
"Miss, I..." Alia whispered, "The maid’s room is quite far from their rooms."
"Isn’t she bored by herself? Can’t you keep her company to relieve her boredom at any ti?!"
"Alright then."
"Hmm," Zuri Ginger chuckled, "As long as she can’t stay any longer, the promised twenty thousand will be yours."
"Thank you, Miss." Alia said smiling and hung up the phone.
Turning around, she was scared stiff.
"S-se-second Miss." She stamred, putting her phone into her pocket.
"Have you eaten?" Mia Ginger looked at her with a smile, sitting directly two steps away on the circular sofa.
"I have."
"Who were you calling?" Mia Ginger asked with a smile again.
"My mom." Alia forced a smile.
"Oh, how interesting," Mia Ginger looked at her, the corners of her lips curling more aningfully, "I didn’t know you called your mom ’Miss’ in private, so chic."
"..." Alia was nearly in tears.
"What did they ask you to do?" Mia Ginger crossed her slender, fair legs, leaned forward slightly, and softly guessed, "To spy on , anything else?"
"No, nothing else." Alia imdiately wanted to bite her tongue after speaking, hastily waving her hands, "No, they didn’t ask to spy on you."
"Then give your phone." Mia Ginger said, smiling with her hand outstretched.
"No, it’s just that..." Alia was put in a dilemma, "I still need to call my family."
Mia Ginger said nothing, simply looked at her with a lingering smile.
Her lips were curved, but her black and white eyes were extrely cold, staring unblinkingly at Alia, who couldn’t leave and felt guilty, quickly sweating on her forehead.
"Really nothing?" Mia Ginger’s smile gradually turned cold.
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