Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 This Is Uncle Ryan (3) 

In the elevator, several bodyguards stood around Kenneth. 

Eloise was pushed to the side of the elevator. She was delicate and needed special care and protection. She just took three sleeping pills and had her stomach pumped, looking quite vulnerable. 

She tried to squeeze through the crowd and step to Kenneth's side. 

The bodyguards, all looking fierce, stopped her, and she was aggravated. 

Kaleb laughed as he watched this. 

Kenneth spoke up, "Let her through!" 

The bodyguards made way for Eloise, who then pushed her way to Kenneth, and made a face at the bodyguards, looking adorable... 

Kenneth couldn't help but think of the little bottle in her handbag again. 

He laughed very softly. 

The exhaustion he had been feeling was surprisingly mitigated. He wondered if this was the magic of a young girl, which was able to relax the mind and body! 

The hotel suite Kenneth stayed in was huge, about 300 square meters. 

And there was even a small gym. 

He was quite busy. He entered his room and ordered dinner. Then Kaleb went to set it up. 

In less than half an hour, sumptuous food was pushed in by the chef. Kenneth was still looking at the document without lifting his head, and only said coldly, "Young girls nowadays love spicy food. Is that okay with you?" 

Eloise quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, yes!" 

How could she dare to say no? 

The three of them had dinner together. It was obvious that Kaleb was Kenneth's right-hand man, and he was very good at livening things up during the meal, making a few witty remarks from time to time. 

Eloise couldn't stand spicy food. 

After taking a few bites of the dish, Eloise felt her mouth was on fire, her eyes reddening even more. 

She poked the boiled fish fillets in her bowl and couldn't help but whisper disapprovingly, "Why do we have to eat in a hotel suite? It takes ages for this spicy flavor to dissipate, doesn't it?" 

Eloise thought, "Hmph, girls love spicy food? It is Kenneth who likes spicy food!" 

Kenneth noticed a while ago that Eloise was not good with spicy things, but he didn't say anything. It was funny the way her little goofy face flushed. 

He glanced at Kaleb. 

Kaleb took a hint, smiled, and said, "It's not a good idea for Mr. Ryan to dine in a restaurant! You don't seem to like this very much. How about I order you something else?" 

Eloise teared up. "I want fried chicken and bubble tea!" 

She added, "Madelyn used to make it for me!" 

She brought Madelyn up... 

Kenneth let out a soft chuckle and thought, "She's not too dumb." 

He whispered to Kaleb, "You order fried chicken and bubble tea for her!" 

Kaleb was actually quite surprised and wondered, "Mr. Ryan has never been such a good-natured person... It's always the case that people around him are obedient to him in every matter. Mr. Ryan has never indulged a girl as much as he does now. He even asked me to order food for her..." 

But no matter what, the fried chicken and bubble tea were both served now. 

Eloise sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and ate with great satisfaction... Kenneth had never been a big eater, which was why he had managed to stay in such good shape in the political world for nearly 20 years. 

He just sat there, looking at the pretty little girl. 

The Clark family had done a superb job raising her. 

She had swallowed her pills yesterday, and just now had a quarrel with her ex-fiancé, but now she was happily eating fried chicken. She was so carefree. 

Kenneth became a little jealous of her. 

The table was already cleared, and Kaleb whispered in Kenneth's ear, "Mr. Ryan, they're here. Would you like to meet them now?" 

Kenneth nodded. 

Kaleb was discreet. "Are you going to the study?" 

Kenneth thought for a moment. "I think I'll just meet them here. It's not for anything particularly important anyway!" 

Hearing their conversation, Eloise wiggled her legs and grinned. "Uncle Ryan, I'll leave you to your work. We'll talk about our business when you're done." 

Kaleb couldn't help but laugh. 

What could Eloise possibly have to talk to Kenneth about? 

Kenneth didn't say anything. 

Next, Kenneth met with several groups of elites in their 30s and 40s. 

In Eloise's eyes, they all looked pompous and arrogant. 

But one of them was a radiantly beautiful, charming beauty. As she was leaving, she looked at Eloise and asked, "Mr. Ryan, is?" 

Kenneth, who didn't like people prying into his private affairs, blandly said, "A junior!"