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Chapter 874: Chapter 874: Suffering Retribution
Nelson wasn’t dumb at all.
But she was totally off guard with Bamboo Whitaker.
Who would have thought that young Bamboo Whitaker could have learned to deal in double-talk?
"Do you think Boss Davenport is impressive or not?"
Nelson asked with a smile.
"Boss Davenport is of course impressive! Skilled and brave, with both courage and strategy. He’s only been in the capital for a few days, yet he’s turned the place upside down."
The moment Bamboo Whitaker mentioned Julius Reed, her eyes were full of admiration.
She had been standing downstairs the day they dealt with Zahir Huntington and the others.
She saw those high-and-mighty young lords jumping out like penguins diving into the sea.
Lining up to fall from the second floor.
Followed by endless screaming.
And all of this was because Julius Reed was overcome with anger on Quella Radcliffe’s behalf.
When those famous people from the capital walked out of the Global Hotel, each one of them had an ashen face.
Yet there was nothing they could do about it.
"Then let me tell you a secret."
Nelson leaned forward, gesturing Bamboo Whitaker closer with a crooked finger, "If I wanted to kill someone, Julius Reed couldn’t stop me."
"Er..."
Bamboo Whitaker’s eyes darted around, and she said cheerfully, "Sister, don’t worry, I don’t know anything."
"Such a good girl."
Nelson bent down and gently patted Bamboo Whitaker’s head, "Take me to see your sister Quella Radcliffe."
"Okay!"
Bamboo Whitaker didn’t hesitate at all!
She nodded her head like a woodpecker.
Back in Gonzalez City, when Nelson had casually taken out that group of bad guys with a flick of her fingers,
she had been watching from the sidelines.
A woman, cannot be offended.
Especially, a woman skilled in martial arts.
Because they are unreasonable.
At this moment.
Inside the small western-style house.
Itai Huntington and Quella Radcliffe sat face to face.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
It was supposed to be an internal management conversation of the Gonzalez City business alliance.
But it looked as if a mistress was facing off with the rightful partner.
"The conversation with Slade Stone has been settled..."
In the end, it was Quella Radcliffe who broke the silence.
"So smoothly?"
Although Itai Huntington had already received the news, she was still somewhat surprised.
Everyday Fresh has a significant status in the national seafood industry.
Previously many people wanted to collaborate with Slade Stone but never managed to finalize the deal.
Now Quella Radcliffe had almost effortlessly closed the contract without encountering any difficulties.
Itai Huntington was surprised.
"Perhaps... because of Julius’s influence, I guess."
Quella Radcliffe took a deep breath and fiddled with the hem of her dress.
She wasn’t foolish; having seen Slade Stone’s obsequious behavior towards Julius Reed, she’d guessed the reason.
"He really is... truly outstanding..."
A look of disappointment flashed across Itai Huntington’s face.
After all, he was a married man.
"Sisters."
Just then, Bamboo Whitaker walked in leading Nelson.
"Bamboo Whitaker, who is this..."
Quella Radcliffe stood up, asking with some confusion, "Your friend?"
She didn’t recall ever meeting Nelson.
"Hello, I am a nursemaid hired by Julius Reed,"
Nelson bowed respectfully, "Starting from now, I will be living with you. Whatever needs to be done, just leave it to me."
"Bamboo Whitaker..."
Quella Radcliffe was a bit stunned.
What was Julius Reed playing at?
They never had a nursemaid, so why bring in a young girl now, especially one as pretty as her?
A nursemaid?
"It’s like this."
Bamboo Whitaker hurriedly nodded and ran over to explain, "Mr. Reed said you’ve been too hard-pressed, having to deal with work and also look after the home."
"But..."
Quella Radcliffe looked up, scanning her up and down, "Are you sure she can be a nursemaid?"
Nelson appeared to be in her early twenties; fair and beautiful.
With black silky twin ponytails.
A young and pretty girl like her is definitely a sought-after existence.
How could she become a nursemaid?
"Please don’t doubt my professionalism!"
Nelson said seriously, "How about this, shall I make you a meal first?"
It was nearing evening.
No one had eaten.
"Sure!" Bamboo Whitaker eagerly helped to smooth things over, touching her stomach and saying, "I’m quite hungry."
No choice.
With a knife pressed against her back, she could only apologize to Quella Radcliffe first...
"You go ahead and talk, I’ll go to the kitchen to cook."
Nelson took a quick look around and headed straight for the kitchen.
"Bamboo Whitaker, can she do it?"
Watching her departing figure, Quella Radcliffe was uncertain, "Did Julius really find her?"
"Yes, he did!"
Bamboo Whitaker nodded, "Anyway, it’s free, and it’s a good chance for you to rest, sister."
She was very uncomfortable.
She dared not offend either side.
"Quella, trust a woman’s intuition."
Itai Huntington looked at Nelson and had a bad feeling.
"I need to step out for a bit, if anything comes up, call me directly."
She stood up, grabbed her purse, and turned to leave.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Behind her.
Nelson tossed the vegetables up in the air and wildly danced with the kitchen knife in her hand.
In the blink of an eye.
The veggies landed in the pot.
"My god..."
Quella Radcliffe blinked, "Is this... a movie shoot?" 𝚗ov𝚙𝚞𝚋.c𝚘m
Ten minutes later.
The dishes were served on the table.
"Please enjoy your meal," Nelson said, untying her apron and tossing it aside casually.
The apron landed right on a hook in the kitchen.
"Let’s eat together..."
Quella Radcliffe was utterly stunned.
Is this some kind of acrobatics?
But what shocked her even more was Nelson’s cooking skill.
The first dish she tried.
Delicious.
Bamboo Whitaker swallowed hard.
"How is it?" Nelson asked.
The saintess of Azure Mountain, skilled in everything.
She graced the halls and mastered the kitchen.
When she was on the mountain, she was in charge of cooking for her master.
"Delicious!" Quella Radcliffe nodded, with a good appetite.
"Honey, I’m home..."
As the three of them were eating, Julius Reed pushed the door open and shouted loudly.
But mid-shout, he stopped as if he had choked.
No voice came out.
This woman!
How is she here!
And eating with his wife?
"I have some things to take care of, heading out..."
Julius turned and pushed the door open.
Better to run for it!
If you can’t confront the problems, at least you can evade them!
"Mr. Reed, if you’re busy, I can repeat those words to Miss Quentin Radcliffe for you," Nelson said gently.
Julius, who had one foot already out the door, turned back and walked in with a grave face.
"Didn’t you have something to do?" Quella Radcliffe blinked, "You’re not going out?"
"That matter can be handled by Beckett Carmichael," Julius took a deep breath, sighed, and said, "It smells so good!"
"Come and have a taste quickly."
Quella Radcliffe motioned to him, "This nanny you found is quite something! By the way, you had something to tell me just now?"
She turned to look at Nelson.
"Nanny..."
Julius scratched his head, instantly understanding what was happening.
"Ah, I thought since Bamboo needed someone to take care of her and you have your own matters, why not get a nanny," he said, taking a seat at the table and sniffing lightly, "It smells amazing!"
"I’m glad to receive your praise," Nelson replied with a slight curve on her lips, looking pitifully at Quella Radcliffe, "May I stay, please?"
"Uh..."
Quella Radcliffe hadn’t made up her mind.
"I was deceived by a scumbag, now all I have on me is three hundred dollars... thinking of how I traveled miles with him to Gonzalez City..."
While speaking, Nelson began to sob uncontrollably.
"Don’t cry..."
Quella Radcliffe’s heart softened, she immediately laid down her chopsticks and hugged Nelson, "A man like that will get his comeuppance!"
