Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: No Money, Managed by Mrs. Seys

Ariel Morris glanced at Nico Haynes, ”Blatant jealousy! Jealousy from a single dog!”

Nico Haynes jumped up, ”Hey, you little girl Morris, who are you calling a single dog, huh?! If I wanted to be in a relationship, the candidates would line up from the south of the city to the north! It’s because I don’t want to be in one myself!”

Ariel Morris scoffed, ”Just look at your ex-girlfriends, none of them are presentable. Otherwise, why would you have Nicole act as your partner every time? It’s because those girlfriends aren’t good enough!”

”....” Nico Haynes slapped the table, ”This meal is on the boss! You guys got your marriage certificate, it’s a happy event, you should treat us to a meal!”

Ariel Morris continued eating shrimp, replying lightly, ”No money, I’m just a little secretary!”

Nico Haynes turned his gaze to Arlo Seys, ”Boss, treat us to a meal!”

Arlo Seys placed the peeled shrimp onto the plate in front of Ariel Morris, his tone even more laid-back, ”No money, Mrs. Seys is in charge.”

Dawn Sutherland laughed from across the table, ”Mr. and Mrs. Seys, those titles----it hurts so much, it’s like being stuffed with dog food during a meal, yet having to swallow it down with a smile, I understand Nico’s pain now.”

Nico Haynes agreed, ”Exactly, Second Young Master Sutherland, next time we should each bring two! With beauties on both sides, let them taste the flavor of dog food too!”

Beside Dawn Sutherland, Daisy Grant’s fingers stiffened for a moment, her eyes lowered slightly as she poured herself a glass of wine from her own glass, bringing it to her lips to drink.

Bitter and spicy, with a hint of astringency, just like her heart at this moment!

Ariel Morris laughed, ”Third Haynes, with your beauties on both sides, we don’t need to be jealous. They’d start squabbling on their own, like that unforgettable birthday bash brawl last time!”

”.... Don’t bring up the brawl. You and Nicole, two fierce tomboys fighting those socialites, ruined my birthday party! Look at Beauty Grant, so poised and graceful, serene as a lotus!”

Daisy Grant chuckled lightly, adding fuel to the fire, ”Third Young Master Haynes, it was my bottle of high-end wine that I threw at them during the fight.”

Nico Haynes rubbed his forehead, ”Beauty Grant, I used to say Aidan Sutherland was lucky to marry such a graceful and elegant socialite, City C’s number one. Now I think... I feel quite sympathetic towards Aidan, post-marriage rubbing boards, keyboards, durians, I guess can’t be avoided.”

At the mention of Aidan Sutherland, both Daisy Grant and Dawn Sutherland’s bodies stiffened, yet their faces remained calm and composed, no ripples of emotion showing.

Ariel Morris’s mouth didn’t stop moving as she kept eating, Nico Haynes gave her a glance, then turned his gaze to Daisy Grant, somewhat surprised, ”Beauty Grant not eating shrimp? These shrimp are delicious!”

The shrimp-consuming Ariel Morris looked up, noticing the lack of shrimp shells in front of Daisy Grant, she too was surprised, ”Daisy, aren’t you going to try some?”

Just as Daisy Grant was about to reply, Dawn Sutherland beside her said calmly, ”Daisy is allergic to shrimp.”

Ariel Morris looked at both Dawn Sutherland and Daisy Grant in surprise, ”Brother Dawn, how do you know Daisy is allergic?”

Arlo Seys glanced calmly at his good friend Dawn Sutherland, noticing the slight stiffness in the latter’s smile, he smoothed things over, ”Because Dawn and Daisy have known each other since childhood.”

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After the meal, the five of them moved to Royal One KTV.

Nico Haynes was feeling bored, so he suggested playing a game, something like truth or dare.

”It’s just the five of us, I’ll write numbers one through five on five pieces of paper and then crumple them into little balls, we draw randomly. If I draw number three, then number four has to step up and play rock-paper-scissors with me. Whoever wins gets to ask the other a question. The loser drinks a glass of wine and then answers the question, after which they can choose anyone among us to play rock-paper-scissors with. The loser then gets asked a question, and it goes on and on like this.”