Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!
Chapter 2774

Chapter 2774

"I'm okay. Didn't Steven tell you?" Charity glanced at the hands on her shoulders.

Max chuckled and said, "I'm using this opportunity to take advantage of you."

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Charity rolled her eyes at him. "Get lost."

"No." Max looked serious. "Was it the Patterson family's doing?"

"Probably." charity knew what was on his mind." Since the Patterson family had the courage to do so, they must've found a scapegoat. Besides that, someone has barged into my villa and stole some of my things." Max's expression shifted a little. "What's the security guard at the entrance doing?"

"I think the person crawled in through the exterior wall. The security guard can't possibly keep an eye on it all the time." charity was a little annoyed that she had removed the animal trap ever since Chester got injured from it. If she had known earlier, she would have secretly left the animal trap there.

"I'll get the police to come over." Max said with a solemn expression, "Don't worry. I'll make sure to get back everything you lost."

Charity's thin lips twitched, but Max immediately interrupted her, "I know what you're going to say. You have your connections, so you don't need my help. However, we're good friends. If I don't help you, despite knowing what happened, how am I considered your friend?"

Charity did not say a word.

"Let me enter and take a look." Max walked into the villa.

"No need. There are surveillance cameras in the house. I can directly show the police the footage later." Charity asked, "Have you eaten? I'm going to cook now."

"Don't." Max promptly stopped her. "Don't cook. Let me do it."

When he was with Charity in Drildool to do charity earlier, he had tried charity's cooking.

It tasted way too awful.

The taste actually traumatized him.

"... You're a guest. I can't let you cook." Charity was slightly hesitant.

"Miss, I don't think you know what your cooking tastes like."

Max rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.

When it came to cooking, men and women were different in the sense that men were more decisive.

Charity had no idea how other people cooked, so watching Max's cooking puzzled her.

She was slow and rough whenever she cut potatoes, but Max was able to slice the potatoes within a minute.

The food was flipped in the air and landed steadily in the pan. The man's cinnamon-colored arms were tense, revealing his smooth muscular lines.

Although Charity did not know what other men looked like when they cooked, she found Max quite handsome in the kitchen.

"So are you impressed?" Max saw her leaning against the doorframe and staring at him without blinking. He could not help but wink at her smugly with his left eye. "I'm handsome, aren't I?" "You did look quite handsome when you were cooking, but now... you're a bit cheesy," Charity said with her brows raised.

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Cheesy?

Stung by her words, Max's smug face froze. "There's nothing wrong with being cheesy, right?"

"True." Charity nodded.

"Fine. Stop standing there and watching me. Leave me alone." Max waved at her.

"Alright. I was kidding. Men who can cook are really handsome." charity grinned. "How are you so good at cooking?"

"Ahem, when I started serving in the army, I joined the cooking class and cooked for hundreds of people every day." Max said with a bitter expression, "So, I'm best at holding guns and spatulas."

"That's great." charity nodded.

Max suddenly raised his brows. "If you want to eat anything in the future, you can contact me anytime, and I'll make it for you."