His Eagle Eyes on Me

Mike heard movements, so he cout of his room. Seeing the parcel in the nanny's hands, he immediately asked, "What is that?"

"It's a parcel for Avery." The nanny placed the parcel on the cabby the door.

"Oh, I don't think she has had the tto do online shopping for the past few days." Mike was curious, so he walked over and

picked the parcel up. "What? This is sent from Aryadelle."

The nanny noticed how Mike was going to open the parcel, so she said, "This is Avery's parcel. Let her open it herself once she

returns."

The nanny was a Bridgedalean, and they paid more attention to privacy, so despite knowing that Avery and Mike were close, she

still felt it was wrong for Mike to open her parcel.

Mike awkwardly placed the parcel down. "Okay. | won't look at it. Before getting her permission, | won't open it."

"Hmm. If someone opens your parcel without you knowing, you would be unhappy about it too," the nanny said.

Mike chuckled. "It depends on who. If Avery and her children open my parcel, | won't be unhappy! They can do whatever they

want."

The nanny's expression stiffened a little. She was silent for a while before saying, "But Avery is not you."

"You sure can be harsh." Mike scratched his head.

"I'm saying the truth."

"Okay, if you say so! Is there still breakfast?" Mike patted his stomach. He was famished. "I do eat quite a lot at night. Why am |

woken up by hunger every morning?"

The nanny went to the kitchen to get him breakfast. "One usually will have a bigger appetite in winter compared to summer."

"I thought that it was because your cooking is getting better!" Mike joked with the nanny.

The nanny blushed. "It's just a coincidence that Avery doesn't have much of an appetite recently. We have to throw away quite a

lot of food every day. You should eat more next tto prevent it from going to waste."

The nanny served him a huge bowl of oatmeal. Mike looked at the sandwich, milk, avocados, eggs, and the bow! of oatmeal in front

of him. The smile on his face stiffened.

"I really can't eat that much, but | can take it to go." Mike pushed the sandwich, eggs, and avocado to the side. "Helppack this

to go."

"Who are you going to take this for?" The nanny went to get a lunch box.

"My friend. He is here in Bridgedale recently for a business trip."

"Oh, Chad, is it?"

"Yes! You even remember his name! Not bad."

"Chad is handsand polite. | like him a lot." Because of that, the nanny gave Chad an extra egg.

At nine forty in the morning, Mike brought breakfast to the Bridgedale branch of Tate Industries.

Chad was having his breakfast that morning when he received Mike's call. Mike told him to stop eating as he had brought

breakfast.

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"lI don't believe that he doesn't use his phone at all. Even if he doesn't use his phone, won't he use the computer? Didn't he say

that he is doing alright, and he is fine?" Chad prides himself in knowing Elliot well.

Elliot was not a person who could sit and do nothing. If his body was fine, he would surely work.

"He is different from before. You can't use your previous mentality to judge him. His life is now in other people's hands. You

shouldn't ask him about work. Go and ask Ben or the other executives."

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