Chapter 1557 Carl Was Hiding Something

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden? It's not like you, Mr. Clarke?" said Carl Cook. He was trying not to laugh out.

Kenny Clarke's face fell. He chopped the chicken on the chopping board relentlessly.

Carl touched his neck and silently took two steps back.

Kenny finished chopping the chicken, put the knife on the chopping board with a thud, and ordered coldly. “Wash them."

"Okay."

Carl didn't dare say "no".

The dishes were almost ready. Carl cleaned...