Chapter 673

Thaddeus had a look of sheer panic as the chicken nugget slipped from his fingers and plummeted into the bubbling oil of the deep fryer.

Hot oil spattered across the back of his hand and up his arm, the pain snapping him back to reality as his lips parted awkwardly, muttering. “Elvis”

“You’re always talking about that stuff. Are you really that horny?”

Elvis snorted softly, craning his neck to peer into the fryer, “I dunno if Evadne caught a whiff yet, but I sure followed the scent over here. Smells like something’s burning, though.”

That caught Thaddeus off guard, and he suddenly realized that the chicken he’d dropped in earlier was still submerged.

He fumbled for the slotted spoon, but by the time he fished out the nuggets, they’d turned a deep brown.

The corners of Thaddeus‘ eyes drooped in dismay, and he was instantly reminded of the first time Chairman Emeric had tried his cooking, labeling it a string of “failures.”

It was like a curse he couldn’t shake.

“Look, I get it, you’re trying to be sweet, but don’t force yourself into something that’s clearly not your forte. If you scald yourself and end up with blisters, it’s Evadne who’s going to suffer, right?”

Saying this, Elvis shrugged off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and positioned himself next to Thaddeus, nudging him aside with his hip, “Go stand over there and chill. Don’t get in the way.”

Thaddeus‘ eyes widened in surprise, “You’re going to take over?”

“If I leave it to you, my little sis will end up eating charcoal.”

Thaddeus didn’t get upset because Elvis was absolutely right; he’d overestimated his cooking skills.

Elvis washed his hands and expertly lowered the chicken into the fryer, watching the clock and counting the seconds before stirring the oil and soon after, retrieving the perfectly cooked nuggets!

Thaddeus stood by, assisting Elvis and absorbing every move with rapt attention.

“Got it yet?” asked Elvis, not even looking up.

Thaddeus nodded, “Yeah.”

“Your eyes may have got it, but your hands sure didn’t.”

Thaddeus frowned with a rueful smile, “Elvis, sometimes, I need a little encouragement.”

Elvis‘ long lashes fluttered as he glanced at Thaddeus, “Fail a few more times, and you’ll get it right. I’ve botched it up countless times myself before getting it to look half decent. If Evadne didn’t love it so much, who in their right mind would bother with this mess? It’s filthy, it’s a hassle, and you can’t get rid of the smell of oil for days! Sometimes, you shouldn’t spoil her too much. If you let her get her way all the time, she’ll be demanding you cook every day, then what’ll you do?”

Thaddeus‘ eyes glowed softly as he gently smiled, “Doesn’t matter. As long as Evadne’s happy, I’m willing to do anything, no matter how troublesome it is.”

“Pfft, easy for anyone to say,” Elvis responded with feigned disdain, but inside, he felt a warmth spreading.

“Wow! Fried chicken! Smells amazing!”

Both men turned around.

real little foodie had arrived.

loungewear, setting off her moon–bright face.

did you guys get back? You

bringing with her a sweet, warm breeze and flung herself into

your clothes dirty.” Thaddeus gently warned, his flour–dusted hands hovering mid–air, not daring to touch her

just because I mentioned it last

places every day, working and then coming back to be with me. It’s hard enough. For

tiring. Your happiness is what matters the most.”

his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked over at Elvis, “Besides, I didn’t really do much. It

made them nice and

Pfff!

his chest as a mouthful of fictional blood nearly sprayed

Elvis‘ efficient work and Thaddeus‘ assistance, two plates of golden,

few failed attempts sat neglected in a corner.

some of

table, eyes twinkling with anticipation as he watched his little sister’s eyes light up, “It’s been a while since I cooked for you. Let’s see if I’ve

a piece with her hands, took a big bite, and crunched

fantastic as ever!” Evadne

smile spread

back to a face similar to

thanks to Elsie’s diversion, he’d managed to

everything she’d done? She had gone to Matthew to buy him time; did that brute give her a hard time?

Elvis despised Snaky Avery and was wary of her status, after

decent could be found in

Elsie didn’t seem all

Evadne, don’t

narrowed in alarm, but it was already

and devoured his charred offerings, savoring

not

eating,” Thaddeus urged, capturing her hand, “You don’t have to force yourself to

they’re made with love. How could they not be

it matter if they’re black or golden? Once

tender smile, and he couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her

his chest

it so much.

come back to be

can’t eat all this myself. Lucky for us, Arnold and Aaron are

was about

“Tonight, I’ve come back with something

and Aaron

the couple gathered around the dinner table which had transformed into an

big secret you’ve been keeping from us?”

so on edge because you can’t afford your tampons?”

Arnold chucked a chicken bone

easily dodged, and then he tossed a document–filled

this?” they all leaned

we’ve all been talking about avenging our brother? Inside this envelope is enough

Prosecutor Arnold and Captain Aaron’s radars went

the envelope and dumped its contents out for everyone to

a portion and started reading. Shock and anger grew with every page they turned.

two years. But that money never went to helping impoverished students–it all went straight into Matthew’s own pocket. And that’s not all. He’s been hosting so–called charity events, parading the girls meant to be helped,

just wanted a chance at education, but what awaited them was a fate of abuse

trembled with rage, “That hypocrite, that

in Aaron’s eyes matched hers, “We should’ve taken him down when we dealt with Byron. I regret not

served. He won’t be

Group, Matthew’s cunning and methods are far more insidious than Byron’s ever were. Byron was blatant with his actions, relying on his background. But Matthew, he’s a master of disguise, his deeds are done in the shadows, and to the public, he’s a

at, Thaddeus?”

must have set up a way

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