Vincent's eyelids twitched!
Ten pounds of fruit?!
Is the intention to stuff him to death?
Or is it simply because the Mister himself prefers "shared sweetness over solitary sweetness"?
"...Yes."
With a stiff scalp, he responded and forced out a twisted smile at Arabella Vanderbilt, then left the study.
Watching Vincent leave, Arabella propped her hands on the edge of the table and looked at Joel Russo.
"Aren't you being a bit too brutal, making someone eat ten pounds of fruit in one go?"
Joel Russo raised an eyebrow at Arabella, "Brutal? Am I not just being considerate of my subordinate? Isn't it you who said fruit is the healthiest all-purpose health food?"
"..." That is simply a blatant sophistry.
Vincent drove himself to the fruit store as if he was resigned to his fate.
As soon as he entered, he yelled at the Boss, "Boss, give me ten pounds of apples."
"There are bags on the side, pick them yourself!"
"..."
