Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 292: 292: Extremely Pitiful Silhouette

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Wendy Clarke nodded: “Go ahead and explain.”

Of course, Adrian Zhekova wouldn’t explain in great detail, just roughly mentioned it.

Olivia Davis: “No wonder Wendy Clarke didn’t show her face during the competition, she’s afraid of attracting her mother and sister, causing trouble.”

Grace Evans: “So in this competition, Wendy Clarke was eventually forced to take off her mask, would there be any trouble?”

Wendy Clarke said: “Even if my family doesn’t watch the live broadcast, they will see it sooner or later as long as they go online. As for the trouble, let’s wait until they find me.”

Actually, Wendy Clarke’s whereabouts were really easy to find now.

Since she was participating in the competition, she would definitely go to the racecourse.

Even if they couldn’t find her address, they could just wait for her at the racecourse.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got someone looking out for it,” Adrian Zhekova said.

Upon hearing this, Wendy Clarke looked at him, and Adrian Zhekova explained: “I’ve been keeping an eye on your family in Nork City since you took off your mask during this afternoon’s live broadcast.”

“As long as they try to investigate you, I’ll know and I’ll stop them from finding out about you,” Adrian Zhekova said, “but, if they want to come in person, we can’t restrict their personal freedom, so this part can’t be stopped.”

Wendy Clarke laughed, having already seen through Christy Xenos and Cindy

Clarke: “They won’t come in the short term.”

“Didn’t you say they’ve turned the original restaurant in Nork City into a high-end restaurant?”

Adrian Zhekova had also told Wendy Clarke this.

Although Wendy Clarke didn’t want to see them, she still needed to know Christy Xenos and Cindy Clarke’s current situation, so she could be prepared if something happened in the future.

“In that case, the restaurant’s income must be quite good. My mother and sister wouldn’t want me to take advantage of them. Even if it’s just a penny, they don’t want me to take it,” Wendy Clarke snorted coldly, “so they won’t come looking for me until they’re sure how much money I have.”

“Unless they know I have money. They believe the money I earn should be given to the family, should all belong to the family, and if I don’t give it, I’m unfilial. That’s when they’ll come looking for me,” Wendy Clarke could say that she knew Christy Xenos and Cindy Clarke very well.

“The prize money for this major competition is 1 million. Either I manage to win the championship and get the prize money, or they find out my income as a food blogger. In any case, as long as they know I’m doing well, they’ll come.” It was just that finding out this information would take some time.

Seeing that Wendy Clarke understood them so thoroughly, without any clues, she could easily imagine Christy Xenos and Cindy Clarke’s thoughts, which showed that she knew their true nature very well.

No one knows what kind of life Wendy Clarke had in her family all these years.

“I can’t stop them from watching the live broadcast of the competition,” said Adrian Zhekova, “but if they want to investigate everything about you, including your income, I can guarantee they won’t find anything.”

In fact, Wendy Clarke didn’t need Adrian Zhekova to say anything, just having him by her side made her feel at ease.

Even if she knew Christy Xenos and Cindy Clarke would come sooner or later, she wasn’t worried.

She wasn’t as afraid as before.

As the two were chatting, it was indeed late, already half past twelve.

Being urged by Wendy Clarke, Adrian Zhekova reluctantly carried his quilt and pillow to leave.

If he stayed, Wendy Clarke would get angry.

Watching Adrian Zhekova’s pitiful figure walking away,