Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

“It’s here. My wrist hurts and I’m not helping you. Move it yourself.” Louise jerked a thumb irritably at the open storeroom door.

There were all premium ingredients arranged neatly in rows. Close to the door to the storeroom were several large, white boxes. Probably the seafood and beef that the old man wanted to give her and Matthew.

Louise then pointed at the boxes. “Take what you like. Grandpa knows you haven’t eaten this stuff before, so even if you take it all, Grandpa won’t say anything about it, and we won’t laugh at you.”

Blanca felt her face burn. Louise’s arrogant attitude and mockery seemed to slap across her face soundlessly.

The old man meant well, but in the eyes of the others, she was probably just some rube who hadn’t experienced anything at all.

Blanca had a big heart, but she also had her pride. Even she was upset with Louise’s mockery.

Still, if she just left like this, the old man wouldn’t be happy.

bit with her. As for Louise, Blanca smiled at her and said mildly, “You’re right. I haven’t eaten anything nice like this before. But you see, if one should feel he gets to laugh at somebody, just because they’ve had their belly filled with high-end goods, really, it just means they were born with a proper platinum spoon stuffed into their mouth, am I

do you think you’re talking

Louise suddenly had a strange feeling, like she was some maid

and she shoved

forward and was about to turn when the door closed

“Louise Grant!!!”

too cold inside. Her fingers felt like they were about to freeze off after two slams, while Louise sneered outside. “Let’s see if you keep your lip

Grandpa won’t

I’m not dumb enough to admit

receded into the distance. Blanca gnashed her teeth, but there was

out her phone and was about to call

she supposed to