Chapter 10 Center
As soon as these words were spoken, all the adults laughed, except for the children who didn't know the truth and looked at each other.

"hehe."

One of the men in the sofa area was sitting alone in a corner, with his legs crossed. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a steady and profound feeling. His skin had a healthy color, with slight signs of time. His eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts, revealing a light of wisdom. He even had a thick beard, which was neatly trimmed, adding a bit of vicissitudes and charm.

This person is York's father, Chief Russell Sheffield, the trusted chief of the Los Angeles Police Department.

"Father, this child is a metaphor for you."

Hearing this, Michael, who was already seventy years old, looked at his eldest grandson York who walked into the kitchen, and just smiled slightly without saying anything.

On the contrary, the other person sitting on the same sofa was younger and looked more confident. His eyes were deep and sharp and he had a unique aura. His every move showed a calm middle-aged man with a slight smile.

"Father, how much money did you borrow from York? That he keeps talking about it."

Michael extended his right hand and gave a thumbs-up.

"Forty million?" Graham raised his eyebrows.

The old man grinned and said, "Four million. He even wrote me an IOU very seriously."

The two middle-aged men looked at each other and laughed.

As for why they were happy, it was because York made it himself, and it expressed the meaning of self-reliance and independence during a dinner party, so they naturally had to respect it.

"Come to think of it, York doesn't have much money left." Russell smiled slightly.

"When he chose to be independent, he spent more than two million to buy a house, and used the rest to build his private shooting club and buy a large piece of land."

"Brother, you should find a way to increase the salaries of the police department," Graeme responded with a smile.

"So that York can pay back the money sooner."

Russell spread his hands: "I would like to, but unfortunately the funds in the treasury are limited. I am just waiting for you, a rich man, to donate money."

Graeme laughed and said, "I have donated so much money to the police station in the name of the Sheffield family."

“Then he probably won’t be able to pay it off in his lifetime.”

Russell, the father, didn't seem to care at all about how much money his son owed, and joked with a smile.

"Let him regret it."

The three of them looked at each other and laughed.

The laughter reached the kitchen connected to the restaurant, and York couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

What he was sure of was that the three old guys in the sofa area had no good words to say and they were all evil people.

"Who do you owe money to, York?"

Lillian held York's arm with her eyes wide open, as if she could never imagine that someone from the Sheffield family would owe money.

"No! You actually owe money?"

"you do not need to know!"

Pulling this follower along, Yorks dealt with the matter all the way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was very large and there were only three people busying around. However, because they had done this countless times, the division of labor was very clear and they didn't seem flustered at all. Everything was in perfect order.

What's more, there is his second brother, Ful, who has inherited his position as assistant and is a handsome grown-up young man, giving his elder brother bragging rights.

If his handsomeness is the kind of tough guy handsomeness, with a strong physique and a strong sense of toughness, then Furler is more of a gentle type, the type that little girls would like.

What’s interesting is that this guy is the type who is extremely well-behaved with his family, but is extremely arrogant to outsiders. This arrogance doesn’t mean that he looks down on others, but that it is difficult for outsiders to get into his eyes or heart. Unless you are as capable as him, you are qualified to be taken seriously by him, otherwise it is just superficial at best.

After all, not everyone can get into Harvard Business School. It is ranked among the top five business schools in the United States.

My mother and aunt were busy cooking inside, and the handsome guy was cutting ingredients on the counter to meet the needs inside.

As Furr was cutting the tomatoes on the chopping board, he looked at his older brother Yorks, who was dragging Lillian over, and at the packaging bag in his other hand:
"York, what did you buy?" "Your favorite handmade croissants from Gustav." York put the packaging bag on the platform.

"Thank you for your hard work in setting the table."

"If we talk about hardship, it's you who has it harder. I will inherit your position only after you leave."

Fule shrugged and was about to pick up the bag, but Lillian snatched it away first.

"I'll eat first!"

Furl's movements suddenly stopped, and Yorks could see the doting look in the handsome boy's eyes, and smiled slightly in his heart.

Lillian rummaged around, pulled out a small bag, and shook it at Yorks.

"I'll just treat this as a gift you brought me, otherwise hmm."

After saying that, Lillian ran away and went to her younger cousins ​​and acted as their boss.

"Very cute, isn't it?" Ful's voice rang out, interrupting York's smile.

York shrugged. "Yes, you are a little cute, but I think you were cuter than Lillian when you were little. When I didn't bring any gifts back, you cried so hard that you even ran to mom to complain about me."

The corners of Ful's mouth twitched a few times. He glared at York and took the bag away.

"Shut up! York, that was so many years ago!"

Seeing that the defense of Full, who always pretended to be very mature, was instantly broken, Yorks felt relieved from the anger he had received from the three old guys and felt refreshed.

"Don't bother Ful, just take it over." A voice came from a woman who was walking over with a plate already filled with food.

Both her appearance and dress reveal a unique charm and temperament. Her thick brown hair is combed into an elegant bun, which is dignified and fashionable. She also wears earrings of her own design on her ears.

It was his mother in this life, Valerie.

"Ok." York smiled, took the plate from her hand, and prepared to walk to the restaurant.

But a voice interrupted his steps.

"Wait, York, there's more!"

His aunt also came over with a plate. She was a middle-aged woman of medium height and upright posture, giving people a calm and unhurried feeling.

Sometimes he often consulted this aunt on legal issues, after all, it was free.

"It smells so good, Aunt Mireyu, your cooking skills are really good."

York gave a thumbs up before taking the plate.

"Haha." Mireyu gave a rather reserved smile.

"Well, and mom." Yorks' thumb moved in front of Valerie again.

"In one word, fragrant!"

When this trick came out, the two sisters-in-law who were busy in the kitchen felt warmed in their hearts. Both of them were strong women in the eyes of the outside world, so how could they not know why Yorks did this.

"Stop talking nonsense! Take it over now." Valerie said with a smile.

"Yes, sir!" York saluted, took the plate from Mireille and went to the restaurant.

This made Ful, who had been slacking off, couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Flatterer!"

But the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

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(End of this chapter)