The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 253

Although cow manure stank, coincidentally, everyone smiled.

Seth took over the plate with cow manure on it and placed it in front of Wilson with a smile, "Please, Mr. Wilson."

Surprisingly, Seth really got the cow pie. Wilson seemed to be struggling as he looked at that piece of black, stinky object.

The question was, should he eat it?

"Hey, are you gonna surrender, Chief Engineer of the D C System?" Seth provoked Wilson.

He would not have been aggressive if Wilson did not behave arrogantly.

However, Wilson indeed deserved it.

"I'm not!" Wilson fixed his gaze at the cow manure anxiously.

"Go go go!" Jacob was cheering to motivate him, "Close your eyes and don’t chew. It will be better if you swallow it right away." 1

Swallow without chewing...

Wilson might be thinking of suicide now and he probably did not think Jacob's suggestion was comforting.

"Wait." Joseph got up as he pinched his nose when Wilson was stretching his hand toward the cow manure as if he decided to give in.

"Shaw." Immediately, Wilson pulled back his hand and looked at Joseph as if his life had been spared.

Joseph nodded as he gazed at Wilson to comfort him. After glancing at the surroundings, he said in a judicious manner, "What's wrong with you? Wilson is our international friend. He was just joking when he talked about eating cow pies and his intention was to motivate Jacob. We should be grateful to Mr. Wilson for his motivation since Jacob managed to excel, but how could we get him to eat cow manure? How could we do this as a civilization?"

Joseph shifted his gaze to Wilson with a smile as he continued, "Don't worry, Mr. Wilson..."

“Don't worry, Joseph will help you finish it." Julian interrupted the conversation all of a sudden. 1

What!!

Instantly, Joseph was stunned. He turned his head around and looked at Julian with disbelief.

"Oops! Did you not mean that?" Julian looked at him with a shock, "He is your friend and we Canadians highly respect our guests, so you should try your best t o help him since he lost the bet." "Yes, yes. Thank you so much, Shaw," Wilson said hurriedly. Swiftly, he moved away from his seat and walked to a corner.

He could not take the pungent smell from the cow manure anymore.

Joseph looked funky all of a sudden and said reluctantly, "Do you not think this is inappropriate..."

Julian squinted and continued, "So you want to make Mr. Wilson an unreliable person who goes against his words? Americans are well known to prioritize their promises. Hence, Mr. Wilson will definitely do it if he says he wants to eat cow manure. Certainly, Canadians are very kind people. We will agree with it i f you take the initiative to help him. What do you guys think?"

"Of course!" The crowd cachinnated and their eyes were filled with sarcasm as they looked at Joseph.

Joseph initially brought Wilson to mess things up, and hence his stand was clear enough.

Moreover, although he was a Canadian, his nationality was American. Therefore, he probably favored America more than the other.

And this kind of man was not considered as one of their fellow citizens.

"What do you think, Mr. Wilson?" Julian shifted his gaze to Wilson and said, "Perhaps Americans often break their promises after they lose bets?" "Americans always keep their promises." Wilson tapped his chest as he counter-argued, but he still felt anxious inside.

Helplessly, Wilson took a glimpse at Joseph.

"Mr. Wilson, I..." Joseph smiled reluctantly.

"Thanks for helping me out, Shaw. You’re always my friend," Wilson said loudly.

Joseph could not speak a word.

He almost f*cking cursed in front of everyone.

"Please, Mr. Shaw." Seth laughed as he pointed at the cow pie.