Chapter 440 Are You Really Not Angry

In the Yan Garden.

In the hall, Martin was sitting on the sofa, with a black tablet in his hand and a cup of freshly made tea on the black tea table in front of him.

Carlos stood beside the sofa, with cold sweat falling over his forehead. Why the fool Cassandra always made trouble!

'Hit on a girl, drink...

Every one of them will be a capital offense. Do you understand?'

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Carlos said carefully, "Well... Master, I think sister-in-law is just on a whim, and she has a reason for it. Please don't be mad at her, okay? "

Martin kept his eyes on the tablet PC and didn't seem happy or angry. After a while, he put it down and glanced at Carlos with a lazy look. "Do I look angry?"

'What do you think?

The word 'angry' is almost written on your forehead!'

Carlos shook his head immediately, "No! Master, you are so broad-minded. How could you be angry?"

"Prepare some hangover soup." said Martin.

With his mouth twitched, Carlos thought, 'You're showing off your love again.' Spare his life, please!

Carlos swallowed hard and replied, "Yes, master."

Martin nodded slightly and ordered, "Ask Greyson to come here."

'Why did master suddenly ask Greyson to come over? But judging from this, it doesn't seem like something good.

Mourn for Greyson for three seconds...'

A few minutes later, dressed in black, Greyson hurried into the hall.

"Master, are you looking for me?" Standing in front of the sofa, Greyson said coldly.

Martin nodded slightly and said, "I will give you three days to prepare. Teach Cassandra some self-defense skills without any misgivings."

Martin had intended to ask Greyson to teach Cassandra some self-defense skills before, but Cassandra had been busy with filming, and he had always been in poor health, so the matter had to be postponed.

Greyson asked seriously: "Master, are you sure without any misgivings? Cassandra is weak in physical condition, and now her muscles and bone

ed to hear Martin's answer. If she had known that, she shouldn't have bought a durian at the very beginning. God knew her feeling of coming back with the heavy smell of durian on her way back.

Then Cassandra yawned and asked, "By the way, why don't you go to sleep at this late hour?"

It was already early in the morning, but Martin still didn't go to bed. Didn't he say that he had to take good care of himself? How could he recover in this way?

"I've slept for a long time during the day, so get up and exercise."

All of a sudden, the alarm went off in Cassandra's mind. "Did you go to deal with business behind me again?"

"No," replied Martin.

However, Cassandra didn't believe it and immediately went to find Carlos. Carlos came over with a large bowl of sober up tea he had just made. "Cassandra, why are you looking for me?"

"Tell me honestly, did he work today?"

Carlos shook his head like a rattle drum. "No, I swear. The master has been lying in bed all day long. He just came downstairs to wait for you."

But Cassandra was still not relieved, "Go and bring me the brief case."

The look on Carlos' face did not change at all. "Okay, sister-in-law, I'll fetch it for you, but, the sober up soup..."

Cassandra's face fell when she looked at the large bowl of liquid. What the hell it was?