Mitchell called his cousin immediately.
Less than twenty minutes later.
A fat man who looked to be over 100 kg appeared in front of Eric.
He had a wide smile which made his eyes squint into a thin line.
Eric paused and frowned. His expression was dark and ugly when he looked at Mitchell, who was standing beside his cousin.
"Cousin?"
Before Mitchell could speak, the fat man’s eyes curved into a smile. He introduced himself with spittle flying everywhere. "You don’t have to be so polite, Mr.
Ferguson. There’s no need to call me Cousin. My name is Toto. Don't worry, you won’t go wrong by choosing m e as your butler! One month to reconcile, three months to warm up your feelings for each other, and you two will be remarried within a year!"
Toto introduced himself eloquently. He could only appear confident by setting the goal clearly for Eric.
Otherwise, he felt that he was very likely to be thrown out!
Sure enough, the instant Eric saw Toto, Eric felt like h e had gone mad to get persuaded by Mitchell for
external aid.
However, when he heard the big picture Toto painted for him, Eric actually thought that they could give it a shot.
Mitchell desperately gave a look at his cousin, trying t o get Toto to tone it down. If Toto boasted too much and ended up not achieving anything, Mitchell would lose his job as well.
The study was silent for a moment.
Eric tapped his index finger on the desk.
"You used to be a white-collar worker, so why did you change careers?"
He always had a sharp eye for people. Even Mitchell, who had been with him for so many years, was only able to stay after going through rounds of tests and stringent selection.
Toto sighed and stomped his feet with lowered eyes. The flab on his body jiggled.
Eric thought, 'Is he throwing a tantrum...?'
"That's because whenever I go to the staff’s cafeteria, there won't be enough left for others to eat their fill. Can you blame me for that?"
He pouted and was vexed at the mention of this. His words carried a grumbling tone.
"The boss of that company also said that my performance was good, but the money I bring in offsets my food expenses, so they can't afford to feed me. Hmph! It's clear that they just wanted to get rid of me after they finished using me!”
Eric’s brows knitted up slightly. For a moment, he did not know what to say.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a deep and cold voice.
"What's your rate of success for your matchmaking agency?”
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