Staring at the packed barbecue stand, Madeleine asked, "Hello, are there any more tables available?"
The owner of the barbecue stand was happy to see two beauties coming to her food stand, greeting
them warmly, "Of course! I’ll ask my husband to make space for an extra table for you two. Just order
whatever you want to eat. It’s been years since I started my barbecue stall, and I’m honored to have
two pretty girls here."
Madeleine was amused by the barbecue stand owner.
"Well, we’re flattered."
The owner, a hearty woman, asked her husband to set up a table and said, "What do you want to eat
then? But since you’re pregnant, how about some noodles? It’s better for your health."
Madeleine replied, "Fine then, we want two noodles, no eggs, but more meat please."
Madeleine had Ophelia sit down at the table set up by the husband of the owner.
The other eaters were still looking at the two of them.
A tough guy sitting next to them asked across the table, "Hey beautiful, it’s so late now. What makes
you get out of bed and come here to eat?"
Madeleine threw a glance at him and replied, "We just came out of the hospital and were hungry, so we
came here to have some late night snack. You seem to be enjoying your night out, big brother."
Ophelia pulled at Madeleine’s clothes, signaling her not to talk to strangers. In most cases, it was better
for a girl not to answer a man hanging out in the middle of the night, or he would get the wrong
message, presuming the girl was encouraging him, and finally, the girl would be in an unfavorable
situation if the man intended to do something to her.
Madeleine, however, motioned to Ophelia to calm down and continued the conversation. "Hey big
brother, you’re quite strong. What do you do?"
"I run a security business. Come to me if you need any help, beautiful," the man answered her.
Madeleine’s eyes lit up and she asked, "Hey big brother, what’s your name? I wonder where your
security business is at? Is it big? Do you have many employees?"
The man took out two name cards and handed one to each of them respectively. "You two look
beautiful and elegant, and I can tell you’re living a decent life. Maybe you can consider hiring a
bodyguard or two to protect yourselves."
Madeleine clearly showed interest in it, while Ophelia was the complete opposite, saying, "I’m sorry, big
brother. We are just ordinary girls. I’m afraid we don’t need a bodyguard to protect us as long as we
live, but I appreciate the offer anyway."
Madeleine smiled at Ophelia and chimed in, "Big brother, I’m quite curious about your security
business. I wonder what kind of services you offer?"
"We offer security guards and bodyguards, as well as dunners. I wonder what kind of service you’re
interested in, beautiful."
"Your bodyguards must be professional, I assume?"
"Of course! I supply the service, and I never cheat my clients. Each of my bodyguards is professionally
trained. They can do kickboxing and Tai Chi, and know how to use swords. We can meet all of your
demands, but not those steep ones."
Madeleine smiled and said, "Now you get my attention. How about we visit your business tomorrow?"
"You are welcome anytime."
"I wonder what’s your name?"
"Mr. Robinson. I’m 31. Even if you don’t want to hire bodyguards, we can still be friends. Any man
would like to get to know some beautiful girls like you."
Madeleine smiled and pointed at Ophelia, shaking her head. "She’s already taken, so please leave her
alone, Mr. Robinson."
"Well, you’re not taken, are you?"
Madeleine wagged a disapproving finger and replied, "I’m sorry, I’m taken too. It seems that the
relationship between me and you is destined to be the employer and the employee, Mr. Robinson."
"That ain’t bad either. At least I’ve got two beautiful clients, as a kind of fringe benefits for my
bachelors," said the big man.
Madeleine laughed a hearty laugh and said, "Mr. Robinson, I could tell you’re a straightforward person,
and I want to make friends with you. My name is Madeleine Lowe, and hers is Ophelia Lowe. I wonder
if you’re willing to be our friend?"
"My name is Wilfred Robinson. Those who are familiar with and younger than me call me Mr.
Robinson. You seem younger than me, so just call me Mr. Robinson!" Wilfred was a frank person. He
looked sturdy, but was actually quite outgoing, and one could tell at a glance that he was a friend worth
making.
"Then I’ll call you Mr. Robinson. I knew you were a direct and open person when I saw you, and I like it.
I’d like to have a friend like you. Here’s a toast to you, but I’ll drink water instead of wine," said
Madeleine in a masculine way as she asked the owner for two glasses of water and raised her glass.
Wilfred shot a glance at Ophelia before he raised and clinked his bowl against Madeleine’s glass and
said, "Cheers!"
Madeleine threw her head back and drained her glass, but choked since she was gulping too quickly.
Ophelia patted her on the back and whispered, "What’s the rush? Slow down. Take it easy."
Madeleine started to cough and said, "Honey, I’m fine."
Ophelia was still worried. "Are you really fine?"
Wilfred shot a glance at Ophelia before he raised and clinked his bowl against Madeleine’s glass and
said, "Cheers!"
Madeleine threw her head back and drained her glass, but choked since she was gulping too quickly.
Ophelia patted her on the back and whispered, "What's the rush? Slow down. Take it easy."
Madeleine started to cough and said, "Honey, I’m fine."
Ophelia was still worried. "Are you really fine?"
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