His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1122: The meal she sent? Throw it away _1

Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: The meal she sent? Throw it away _1

Chapter 1122

Maurice Willis sighed, not attempting to stop her.

He merely spoke a few words into his headset.

The next second, six men walked in from the other end of the corridor, forming a human wall in front of Manie York; she couldn’t get past them.

Maurice Willis: "Miss York, please turn back."

His voice was heavy and not very cordial.

Manie York was frustrated. She had never been treated this way.

Moreover, she thought that since Alexander Foster had saved her in the past, he shouldn’t be so cold-hearted.

He was clearly a man who appeared cold but was warm-hearted.

After some thought, she handed the lunch box to Maurice Willis, "Then you give it to him. I’ve already eaten, it’s a waste if these foods are not eaten."

Maurice Willis curled his lip, thinking, why is this girl so stubborn?

"Mr. Foster can’t eat it either, he’s already having dinner, he’s not going to eat anything else. Maybe I should eat it."

Manie York shoved the lunch box into his arms, "Just take it to him. Why is there so much nonsense?"

After saying this, she picked up her bag and went downstairs, texting Alexander Foster as she walked.

Of course, she received no response, just like before.

Upstairs, Maurice Willis opened the lunch box and took a look. It smelled delicious.

In the end, he still delivered it.

Alexander Foster was still in the conference room, but he wasn’t taking a nap anymore.

He was talking to a woman, or more precisely, he was giving her directions.

The woman received his instructions accurately and executed them immediately without any errors.

Maurice Willis stayed in the doorway for a while, entering only when he found the situation right.

"Mr. Foster, this is Miss York’s meal."

"Throw it away."

Alexander Foster didn’t look up, his voice indifferent.

His eyes were still focused on the woman in front of him, his gaze concentrated and serious.

"Go. Grab the lunch box from Maurice Willis’s hand and throw it in the trash can."

"Maurice Willis, guard the lunch box."

The sudden task made Maurice Willis’s scalp tingle.

He didn’t react in time, the 6-feet-tall woman suddenly turned around and took a swift swipe.

He tried to dodge and failed.

The lunch box was snatched away by the woman and was immediately thrown into the trash without hesitation.

What a pity, such a waste of food.

Maurice Willis gave a heartbroken look. He had originally brought it over hoping Alexander Foster would take a bite, he didn’t expect this outcome.

He looked at the woman in front of him, her neat ponytail, smooth forehead, moderately good looks, and thin tall figure.

This was the latest achievement of Cloudscape Enterprise, freshly made and sent over.

"Mr. Foster, is this robot going to take my place?"

Alexander Foster answered calmly, "If you keep being so useless, it was bound to happen sooner or later."

Maurice Willis: "Uh... Mr. Foster, can you reconsider? This decision doesn’t seem good. Robots can’t compare with real people."

Before he finished speaking, the woman suddenly swung a cold fist, her eyes cold and hard, "Undervaluing robots is equivalent to insulting robots. Prepare to get hit!"

Maurice Willis was shocked: "Mr. Foster, quickly stop her!"

Alexander Foster watched with amusement, "I’m not her master, she won’t listen to my commands."

"Then who is? WHO IS?" Maurice Willis struggled to cope, "Wait, you just commanded her! Mr. Foster, help! She’s going to kill someone with this momentum!"

Alexander Foster made a phone call and pressed the speaker button.

"Hello."

As soon as this shallow female voice sounded, the robot instantly ceased her attacks, turning swiftly and standing rigidly straight, scanning the surroundings with her eyes.

"Detecting the voice of the master, the eighth-generation integrated robot Void is on standby. Awaiting for master’s command."

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(Good night.)

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