Chapter 1111 - 516: Returning from the Grand Dream (6)

Chapter 1111: Chapter 516: Returning from the Grand Dream (6)

Lawrence Winters always felt something was off.

She returned to her large mansion, and it was already dark.

Edward Foster had called her several times, and she had replied: I’ll be there soon.

Until she drove up and parked in front of the garage, Edward Foster, who had been standing on the doorstep gazing out, finally ran over with a smile, and said, "Lawrence, you’re finally back. How was it today? Did you find any clues?"

He knew Lawrence Winters had gone out in the morning to "look for clues."

Now, their Celestial Path Sect competition was no longer fully live-streamed, but selectively broadcast.

Due to a murder case, they had become more cautious about broadcasting the content.

However, the judges could still see all the actions of the contestants.

Edward Foster was not a judge, so he didn’t know if Lawrence Winters had any success today.

Lawrence Winters didn’t answer him, but glanced at the drone hovering quietly overhead nearby, smiled, and said, "Closing time, it’s over, you too can take a break, drone."

The drone spun around at an angle in mid-air, nodded at her twice, and then flew away with a swoosh.

Edward Foster’s attention was immediately diverted. He looked up and saw the drone’s impressive maneuver, stunned, "...Has this drone become intelligent? How does it understand what you’re saying?"

Lawrence Winters smirked, "There’s an artificial intelligence system in the drone, plus there’s someone operating it behind the scenes. Did you think ’drone’ meant no one involved?"

Edward Foster: "..."

He laughed a bit sheepishly.

In front of Lawrence Winters, he always felt his intelligence was being crushed, but it didn’t make him feel frustrated; instead, her teasing refreshed him.

He felt he was beyond saving.

Lawrence Winters noticed Edward Foster didn’t retaliate, but rather smiled shyly; she felt slightly touched.

Young Foster really had a good temper; she treated him like this, yet he relished it.

But little did she know, Edward Foster only behaved this meekly in front of her.

In front of others, if anyone dared look down on him even slightly, he would turn and leave immediately.

They walked into the mansion together, Edward Foster escorted her to her room, then went downstairs promptly to inform the chef to start cooking.

Once Lawrence Winters finished tidying up and went downstairs, dinner would be ready.

As soon as they sat down at the dining table, Abigail Henderson unexpectedly arrived with Kenneth Osborne.

She walked into the dining room, smiling at Edward Foster, Mrs. Foster, and Lawrence Winters, "Young Foster, Mrs. Foster, Ms. Winters, can I bring another guest for dinner?"

Kenneth Osborne stood beside her, placing a freshly bought bottle of 1982 Bordeaux wine on the table, smiling as he said, "I came uninvited, sorry for the intrusion."

Guests come with gifts; Mrs. Foster couldn’t possibly lack decorum by turning them away.

She nodded slightly, smiling, "We indeed prepared plenty of food today and were thinking of calling you, Abigail. Come, join us."

Edward Foster unceremoniously picked up the Bordeaux wine bottle, clicking his tongue, "Kenneth, you’re really generous. 1982 Bordeaux wine, just for a dinner? I scored big!"

Kenneth Osborne smiled as he sat down opposite Lawrence Winters.

He wore a casual-style blue-black blazer, without visible branding, but perfectly tailored, enhancing his physique as if it were a designer’s custom piece.

Beneath the jacket was a white shirt, with the collar naturally open, just enough to reveal the collarbone.

His sleeves were half-rolled, and on his wrist, he wore a Vacheron Constantin Patrimony series smoky gray mechanical watch.

The watch face was smoky gray with a hint of pearlescent powder, appearing clear, elegant, yet subtly ostentatious.

During her teenage years, when Lawrence Winters browsed online, she once told Kenneth Osborne if she ever got rich, she would buy two Vacheron Constantin Patrimony series smoky gray mechanical watches, wearing one on her wrist as a watch and hanging another on her chest as a pocket watch.

At that time, her favorite thing was this smoky gray watch face with a touch of pearlescent powder.

But the watch was too expensive, with prices above seven figures, not something an average salary earner could afford, nor could a small business owner necessarily buy even one, let alone two.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Kenneth Osborne had finally worn the watch she fancied.

Lawrence Winters couldn’t help but glance at Kenneth Osborne’s chest to confirm he wasn’t hanging a similar pocket watch there.

But then she thought about it, finding it amusing.

That was her whimsical dream during her pre-teen years; why would Kenneth Osborne be so childish?