Catching sight of a cake shop by the street, Glades Horne suddenly commanded in a deep voice, "Stop the car in front of that Cake Shop."
"Yes, Young Master."
The bodyguards drove the car to the curb, stopping right in front of the Cake Shop, which was about to close.
Julia Bluen asked with a bit of confusion, "Glades, do you want to order a cake? Is it someone's birthday?"
Glades Horne smiled, flicked her nose lightly, and said, "Just now, someone was drooling over Mr. Windsor's cake. I'm simply satisfying a certain someone's little craving."
Gosh, he knew that too! Even when he was so angry, he still noticed me longing for the cake.
"Let's go, get out of the car. I'll buy you a cake. You girl, you like so many things, you could open a food Shopping Mall!" His voice was full of doting affection for Julia, almost treating her like a child.
