After the meal, they all left the place.

Diego’s employees looked defeated, which was the opposite of Linford’s employees.

“Cristelle, where is your home? I’ll send you back,” Fritzi showed up, suggesting enthusiastically.

Cristelle declined politely, “You don’t have to. My house is not far off, only two stations away.”

“Sheesh, you don’t have to be so polite with me. Why are you buying a cake, though? You still feel hungry?” Fritzi was curious.

Cristelle eased a lock of hair behind her ear, “No, I’m bringing this back for my babies. They both like cake.”

Fritzi looked so shocked at the moment, her mouth falling open, “What? You have babies?”...