"It's late. Get up quickly. Mom is waiting for you in the living room. I've called your president."
She hadn't slept enough. It was Saturday, but she couldn't even have a lie-in!
Grace squinted, rolled over, and closed her eyes. "Let me sleep a little longer."
Charlie resignedly pinched his brow. "Get up now. Otherwise, I'll play my ace!"
Grace ignored it.
She was used to having two days off a week. It was hard for her to get up early on Saturday.
Charlie could only scratch her armpit.
Grace was very ticklish. She couldn’t resist chuckling and finally surrendered in tears. "Alright, I’ll get up."
"I'll go to the company first."
Charlie stood up and left the purse on the table.
Grace sat up, nodded, and casually tied up her curly hair. "Be careful on the way. I’m going to the bathroom."
When Grace came out of the bathroom, it was almost an hour later.
She had cleaned up and made herself up.
She wore a tight black shirt with a boat neck, a white skirt that revealed her fairy legs, and purple high heels.
She looked mature, elegant, and charming.
Mckenzie was frequently frowning downstairs.
Almost an hour had passed since she asked Charlie to wake Grace up, but Grace still didn't come down.
What the hell was she doing?
Mckenzie took Grace directly to the kitchen. There was a room partitioned off that was used for making the dressing.
Mckenzie told everyone else to leave. She and Grace stayed alone in the room.
Seeing this, Grace felt Mckenzie was making a fuss.
Weren't they just going to make dressing? Why did Mckenzie act like a secret agent?
"Wash your hands first. After you're ready, we'll start," Mckenzie said.
Grace’s long, slender eyes narrowed as she went to the restroom.
The large iron pot was placed in the room. Black smoke emanated from live coals. Grace’s face darkened as she saw this.
Yet thinking that she had promised Charlie, she could only endure it.
On the one hand, she couldn't go back on her word. On the other hand, she didn't want to put Charlie in an awkward position. Immediately after that, Mckenzie began to tell Grace about the ingredients and asked her to put them into the iron pot.
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