Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 400: 400: Respect Cindy Clarke the Same Way You Respect Me



Chapter 400: 400: Respect Cindy Clarke the Same Way You Respect Me

What’s with all this talk about buying tickets!

It’s all because President Wen and Vice President Zeigler are rich and showing off!

If you’re so capable, why don’t you book the whole venue!

“My fiancée relies on her charm to attract fans and make people like her. The way you guys are going about it, people might think she doesn’t have fans and needs your promotion.” Adrian Zhekova felt frustrated; these people were really not very smart.

One by one, they were all so infuriating!

“No no no, I just want everyone to go to the racecourse to watch,” Wen quickly explained.

Vice President Zeigler followed by nodding, “That’s what I meant too.”

Everyone chimed in, saying that they wanted more people to witness Cindy Clarke’s outstanding performance.

Adrian Zhekova was finally somewhat satisfied.

However, they all unanimously decided that although they couldn’t give away tickets,

they would definitely buy their own tickets and bring their family members to show support.

It’s not easy working under the scumbag CEO.

This part of the discussion ended, and they began the official work agenda.

After the meeting, Adrian Zhekova returned to his office.

“Mr. CEO, if there’s nothing else, I’ll get back to work,” Sheldon Rowland said.

“Wait a moment.” Adrian Zhekova stopped him. “Does everyone in the Company know that I’m dating Cindy Clarke now?”

Sheldon thought to himself, how could he know about everyone in the Company? “How about I send a group email to notify everyone?”

Adrian Zhekova thought about it and said, “Sending a group email specifically to mention this seems a bit too deliberate, doesn’t it?”

Sheldon thought to himself, the CEO going around in the elevator this morning, asking everyone he met, never deviating from the words “my fiancée,” wasn’t that deliberate already?

Adrian Zhekova rested his elbow on the table, his fingertips gently tapping his cheekbone a few times, before saying, “Why don’t you send a group email announcing that Cindy Clarke is my girlfriend? Explain the reason, saying it’s to make it easier for her to come and see me in the future without being stopped. From now on, everyone in the Company should respect Cindy as they would respect me.”

Upon hearing the word “respect,” Sheldon thought to himself that Adrian Zhekova seemed unaware of his status in people’s hearts.

Really clueless.

“Alright,” Sheldon muttered in his heart, going to diligently handle the matter.

Adrian Zhekova was left alone in the office, starting his work.

But as he stared at the computer screen, he couldn’t keep his mind off the scenes of him and Cindy Clarke at home during the weekend.

With her constantly on his mind, it was hard to concentrate on work.

Adrian Zhekova’s eyes shifted and saw the snacks Cindy had prepared for him.

He opened it and found that it was the popular Oxygen Cookies from a while ago.

Oxygen Cookies, as their name suggests, are made by continuously infusing air into the butter as it’s whipped.

Then the mix is piped out of a pastry bag to create layers of delicate, cloud-like patterns.

Just by smelling it, there was a strong scent of milk.

Cindy had prepared three flavors for him.

There were milk-flavored, matcha-flavored, and coffee-flavored.

The light milk yellow, grass-like green, and coffee brown colors were arranged in the food container, and just by looking at the colors, it was pleasing to the eyes.

Because the texture of these cookies was extremely delicate and crumbly, they could easily break upon touch.

So Cindy had carefully lined each layer with a separator.

Adrian Zhekova’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up his mobile phone to take a picture of the cookies.

The colors that Cindy made were really beautiful, and there was no need for any filters; the picture taken with the original camera was already very nice-looking.


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