Chapter 29: Don't Say That

Douglas glanced at Donald, and a hint of admiration flickered in his eyes. Although Donald was also from a wealthy family and had a bit of a playboy demeanor, his moral values were upright. Also, he was somewhat disdainful of evil. "Don't worry, Sammy won't have a good ending." If Douglas only wanted Sammy dead, that would be too simple. He had a thousand and one ways to make him die without anyone knowing. However, merely killing him would be letting the b*stard off too easily. Douglas wanted to return to Sammy the pain he had endured back then, multiplied a thousandfold or even ten thousandfold. "Alright, let's not talk about him for now, it ruins the mood. Everyone must be hungry, I'll go cook." Douglas pinched Lynette's tender face and smiled as he walked into the kitchen. Donald glanced in the direction of the kitchen, then looked at Angelia. "Angelia, be honest with me. Do you like Douglas?" Angelia was slightly startled, and her cheeks blushed slightly. However, she quickly concealed it and asked naturally, "Why do you ask? Did he say something to you?" "No, he didn't. I just feel that your attitude toward Douglas is unusual." "How is it unusual?" Donald pondered for a moment before saying, "You even let him borrow your car." Before Angelia could speak, Donald preempted, "Don't try to deceive me with excuses like his car running out of battery, I won't believe it." "I didn't plan to use that excuse. I mean, it's my car, I can let anyone drive it. What's the problem?" Donald was speechless. He remained silent. Angelia's reasoning made sense. "No, I almost fell for your trick. Your car is even off-limits to me and our parents, yet you let Douglas drive it. That's abnormal!" "I think it's you who's not normal." Angelia lifted Lynette onto her lap, glanced at Donald, and said, "Donald, you're not young anymore. Isn't it time for you to get married?" Donald was taken aback. "Stop beating around the bush. Don't change the subject!" Angelia sighed helplessly and smiled faintly. "Okay, I admit. I do have a favorable impression of him." Donald was stunned. "You've only met a few times. You need to think carefully about this. Although Miracle Doctor Wellington is handsome and talented, this is not something to joke about. You must think twice." "If you truly like Douglas, you must first be prepared to be a good mother." Angelia suddenly laughed, looking down at Lynette. "Lynette, do you like me?" Lynette replied in a childish voice, "Yes!" Angelia looked at Donald and said, "Look! Lynette likes me, and I like her. Isn't that suffice?" "You're oversimplifying things." Donald shook his head. "Anyway, think it over for yourself. You know, it's one thing to have feelings, but giving your body to Douglas so easily isn't the wisest move..." "Donald, what are you talking about?" Angelia flushed and glared at him. Donald scratched his head and said, "All right then! After all, you've always been quite decisive. I'll keep this from Mom and Dad for now. Let's talk about it later." "You play with Lynette, and I'll go learn from Miracle Doctor Wellington. His cooking skills are really amazing. I need to pick up a few tricks to cook for myself." Donald went to the kitchen, where Douglas was cooking. He took out his phone and opened the recording function. Douglas glanced at him. "What are you doing?" "I'm learning from you," Donald said. Douglas was speechless. Did this guy misunderstand the meaning of learning? "I can teach you if you want to learn cooking." "Really?" Donald was excited, put away his phone, and approached to watch. "There's no need to keep secrets about this." Douglas chuckled, adding seasoning while teaching Donald. After a few minutes, Donald lost interest. "I feel like you're teaching a fool because these are too easy!" Douglas looked at him and said seriously, "Don't say that about yourself." Donald went dumbfounded. "What I mean is, what you're teaching is similar to what ordinary chefs do. But why does the food you make taste so good?" Douglas thought to himself, "That's because I've studied culinary arts for thousands of years, so I can make the most delicious dishes with the simplest methods." "Cooking takes time and practice. There are no shortcuts." Donald was curious. "How long would it take for me to reach your level?" Douglas replied, "How long do you think you'll live?" Donald was briefly stunned, then said, "The Linola family members are quite long-lived. I should at least live to be around ninety." "Then you won't have the chance to reach my level, because you'll live too short." Donald felt disheartened and smiled bitterly. "Then I'll just wait to die while eating." After saying that, he left dejectedly. Douglas's lips curled up slightly, shaking his head helplessly. He was speaking the truth. ... Like two flowers in bloom, each with its own special allure. While Douglas was happily preparing lunch, Sammy returned to the company. Sammy, with a gloomy expression, returned to his office and pressed the intercom button. "Miss Songlace, bring me a cup of coffee." Soon, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Sammy said casually. However, it wasn't his secretary, Miss Songlace, who entered. It was Blanche. After Douglas's incident, Sammy forged documents, swallowed up Douglas's shares, and took over as chairman. Blanche, holding the ten percent of the shares Douglas gave her, became the general manager. Blanche approached with a cup of coffee, placed it in front of Sammy, and said softly, "You don't look too good. What's wrong? Did you fail to acquire that piece of land?" Sammy restrained his emotions and smiled. "I acquired it." "Then why do you still look gloomy? Are you too tired?" Sammy stood up, walked over, and held Blanche's hand gently, saying tenderly, "Blanche, I'm afraid..." Blanche was slightly taken aback. "Afraid of what?" "Afraid that Douglas will snatch you away from me. Got it? I ran into Douglas again today… He challenged me and said the cat-and-mouse game had begun, with him being the cat and me the mouse." Blanche's eyes were complicated, and her expression dimmed. She gently withdrew her hand from Sammy's grasp and said calmly, "Don't overthink it, we're engaged. Douglas is just a stranger to me now." A stranger? Was she kidding him? Since Douglas's incident, Sammy had been pursuing her for several years. Even now, she wouldn't let Sammy sleep with her. Did she really think he didn't know what she was thinking? Sammy's heart burned with anger. She was a wretched woman, that much was clear. If it weren't for Sammy's fear that she'd hand over ten percent of her shares to Douglas, granting the latter an entry into the prestigious gates of the Pinnacle Group, things would have been vastly different. The Yarborough family still held some leverage over Sammy, of course! Otherwise, Sammy would have asserted his dominance over her and forced it on her long ago. There was no need for her to feign innocence. He saw through her facade. Sammy was full of resentment, but his face showed endless tenderness. He was the epitome of duplicity. His gaze flickered slightly as he pondered how to deceive Blanche into transferring that ten percent of shares to him. If she transferred or sold the shares to Douglas, things would be troublesome. Sammy understood Douglas very well. Douglas was a person skilled at creating miracles. The fact that he had turned Pinnacle from a small company into a conglomerate worth billions proved his ability and threat. Under no circumstances should he provide Douglas with an opportunity to strike back. Once the chance landed in his hands, it could set off a chain reaction beyond his control.